a plate of food

most people are a bunch of words and some bodies.
i can see me that way too.
then somebody gets to working and they become a lot of body (a lot of strength discharged, a lot of skills acquired...) OR a lot of words (selling you this, being nice to you when you spit in my face...) OR a little bit of both or a little of neither.

The focus might become the accomplishment of a task. A duty performed.
a movement from here (|) to here (|).
one feels good moving, discharging, creating, serving, discovering..

but then, who really changes and when? most people just stay the same...a few things change here and there - they talk differently, they discover new things, but ultimately it's just the same old patterns and games. to truly change - that takes serious work, serious discipline...even if it is perhaps a discipline of letting go, shedding, shape-shifting, shift-shaping..

so many patterns in the mind, and they slither around, hiding themselves in new circumstances like snakes in holes. i catch them often and i go at them with more vigor. though sometimes i get low, and i wallow. but part of the trick is avoiding excessive seriousness. then you get jaded and torn up like injecting poison into your veins.


making a plate of food - you get a little patience here, a little urgency there, a little drive and force heated up, a little ice to cool things down, a sprinkle of spice on the edges, a soft center on a bed of something strong.
and a glass of vermilion wine