Foraging a New Path

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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Trial Through the Machete of Fire

Attaching yourself to the negative outcome of a mistake, struggling to reflect, trying to grow out of the situation while watching nothing but weeds and cockroaches weave through your garden..

The cardboard cutout, feeling bad about personal fault, falling on pity as a false reality; a matrix of lies as the wheelbarrow rolls around the yard carrying piles of shit, contrary to word tricks, this helps establish new fertile ground for the fruits of yearning..

Burning away the mentality of obsessive focus on perfection from old mistakes, forgetting the past and moving forward with two plants in each hand ready to take root. Entering the time machine of remembrance, not just a mirrored shadow of the creature it’s become, a farmer in the making regardless of city regulations..

It’s easy to become apathetically jaded by the lie of regret, without self-reflection it becomes a cycle of torment. Even with self-reflection, it’s torment, but deciding to get off that bicycle, or on the bicycle in my case, is where every pirate can dig up the seeded booty of sun powered opportunity..

Reaching deep within the heart of knowing, pushing towards that goal of soul to achieve the philosophy wanted from an inspired dream. Hacking and slashing with the machete to discover the richness that darkness can bring, soil ready to unleash the fruits of yearning..

Sincerely,
Nagolbud

P.S. Next letter will include an update on the orange trees, cherry tomatoes, and butter avocado tree; always plant the seeds from the fruits and veggies you eat!


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