Apr 2016
It’s a Hard Knocks Life.
Learn, unlearn, violence, survive, thrive, and drive on.
The old mind.
To sit and listen to the words being uttered by those who have seen many things and done many but have not been through many winters.
The mind like the liver, always replenishing, always detoxifying, understanding sordid experiences, taking in only that which is needed and defecating that which is not.
The old mind, an androgynous creature of the divine, collector of tales, never a shape but ethereal, and delicate.
A place where I would return to become young, to empty my thoughts of judgements, to sacrifice and become anew.
The old mind like the snake sheds its designer skin of camouflage.
Life and-or death, but the old mind remains. Knowledge replenished. Identity affirmed, the old mind becomes a new, designs and redesigns, coalesce living experiences.
Learn, unlearn, violence, survive, thrive, and drive on.
The old mind.
To sit and listen to the words being uttered by those who have seen many things and done many but have not been through many winters.
The mind like the liver, always replenishing, always detoxifying, understanding sordid experiences, taking in only that which is needed and defecating that which is not.
The old mind, an androgynous creature of the divine, collector of tales, never a shape but ethereal, and delicate.
A place where I would return to become young, to empty my thoughts of judgements, to sacrifice and become anew.
The old mind like the snake sheds its designer skin of camouflage.
Life and-or death, but the old mind remains. Knowledge replenished. Identity affirmed, the old mind becomes a new, designs and redesigns, coalesce living experiences.
