Flesh of the Bite

Uploaded on 04/13/202504/12/2025 by Nagolbud

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

Foraging a New Path

Uploaded on 02/16/202504/11/2025 by Nagolbud

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

Slash, Burn, Grow

Uploaded on 01/26/202501/28/2025 by Nagolbud

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!

Philosophy of the Rake

Uploaded on 11/10/202401/27/2025 by Nagolbud

External Validation vs Internal Joy

Many people waste their time chasing societies pre-determined validation escalator, an evolving ladder where each rung seems to present another. Ever reaching for something that can never be achieved, and if it is, it’s never worth the squeeze.

Accomplishing one step just leads to the demands of another, grabbing and pulling into the oblivion of self induced slavery. Wondering when the success or feelings of joy enter, another step is required to get there.

This is the difference between internal joy and external validation, hoping to impress others for some sort of cookie as your own interests get left behind. When confidence and actions are driven by something you value, joy is that feeling received upon hard work and personal values.

This is the eternal trap of society, autonomy and self-expression are lost for the wants of the many. Forgetting who we are, one day waking up with grey hair looking in the mirror. Success doesn’t have to come from years of providing the answers, sometimes it’s as easy as raking a few leaves and starting a fire. Pondering the questions can be more rewarding when we reach deep into the back of our minds, finding conclusions to things we’ve never entertained.

When it comes to the party we call life, sometimes it’s best not to invite the mosquitoes, a little smoke and a raked yard keep the blood suckers away. Today, I think I’ll call that a win, grab my fishing pole and kayak, trying my luck on the ocean. Perhaps a quick picnic with the chickens as we foment a plan to paint that big ol’ table when we have some time.

Sincerely,
Nagolbud