Tag: growth

Flesh of the Bite

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El Serpent Lies in Wait

No matter the effort to suppress and surpass, pride always seems to find a hole to inject the toxins deep inside. Fairing the storm hoping for the sun to shine, wasn’t until after the last rain drop hit the deck, a realization, there’s no water in the bucket left to drink. Looking back at the clouds, licking sand paper induced lips, maybe under the lightning was exactly where the need was to be.

A struggle of survival, whether it be the wilderness or mental thought process, dancing under the clap of thunder while the bass rings the bell of faith in a sanctuary where the gospel sings out. Wanting answers, justice, or maybe some peace, it’s never found in the place it supposed to hang out. Self abandonment concerning the situation being played on the big screen, a look in the mirror shows the skeleton of reflection hiding in the hull.

Turning the sails to face it head on, nothing left but a crusty smile and yellow teeth reflecting the light in an attempt to finalize the quest. A sip from the jug of rum with one hand at the helm, flying straight into the eye of the hurricane fomenting at the idea that it’s an adventure of growth you’ll never truly overcome.

Sincerely,
Nagolbud

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Foraging a New Path

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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

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