Deeper Into the Void de Selva
Clearing away old vines and encroaching shadows, it’s easy to get stuck on a certain plot running through the mind. A situation or scenario that has no real impact on the future, however continues molesting the current thought process. The idea of opening a new door, or creating one, get’s lost in the mist of the jungle’s air.
One positive day however can change the entire atmosphere, uncovering a way for new philosophies to entertain and pass the time. Diving into something of uncertainty can certainly provide the opportunity, if one is willing to take action that will create the possibilities.
Finding myself rather exhausted, choosing the machete of fire rather than swinging the blade manually, my secret mansion starts to form in the mind. A dream of creation at the hands of raking leaves, they provide all the fuel I could ever need. With a fractured ankle the need to remain calm while moving through the giant tree roots and foliage keeps the realm at ease, while the breeze demonstrates a tranquility as it crosses over the leaves.
Finding a teacher of quietude among nature that’s easy to enjoy, the best part, not a single narcissistic society dweller can suck out that supply. True freedom in that peace is something even the most sociopathic can’t take away, regardless of their futile attempts at robbing the smile de selva. Spending more time out here swinging from the trees, creating the vibe of growth as new ideas keep sprouting from the earth.
Sincerely,
Nagolbud
