I see something that catches my attention
bush in open fields
of the wet monsoon.
I walk carefully to examine the surprise
and soon recognize the unmistakable relic
of renewed life each spring
to grow
bodies with force youth and strength.
There, hanging from a high spinal
this shirt just abandoned
of a snake.
One-piece, thin, transparent
as a bridal veil.
The release and admire in my hands,
and think about the snake
he left his jacket
to grow.
is convenient to have the tailored suit by nature itself in precision cutting. The snake is proud of it with justifiable pride. Perhaps also to suit amateurs and thinks that he will not have problems with dress and for the rest of his life. But the body grows and the suit is narrow. Uncomfortable. Can no longer accommodate the mature reptile. We must get rid of it.
is not an easy task. Too lazy to change. We even told there is danger while the reptile remains powerless to change them. But life calls and the time comes. The snake scanning the horizon, pick a razor, hook the tip of her dress and goes drain, curb to curb, leaving behind the dress useless.
and emerging with the brightness of the brand new suit after several attempts, is free to all, is thrown on the road with the growing body relief. No longer fit in the former case. To grow you must change even if it costs a little skin.
Ando looking around to see a spine that I serve. I hung on her shirt that I fall short. I let it grow. I was welcome in his time, but I've grown and no longer fit into its seams bursting. He was fond of and liked. It pains me to leave. He walked me much time. My past, my habits, my ways of seeing and ways of judging my, my dislikes and my devotions, my image and my history. Everything was very comfortable, but if you want to grow up, I quit.
If I remain imprisoned in the first skin, my members will not develop or open my mind. I have to go through the ritual of deconditioning if I want to live in spring. And the process is not once for all. Again next spring to change skin to continue to grow, to continue living.
have to change the skin of the soul to grow into the fullness that must be yours. We must find the spine and catch and shoot. It is painful but necessary. The snake knows.
caress the skin on my hands abandoned.
I think the snake
far had the courage to quit. Bello
same scale tissue.
Bello, but exceeded.
experience encourages me to follow suit.
I'm going to change skin.
's book "And the butterfly said ..."
Written by Carlos Gonzalez Valles
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