From moment you were born, you had an intelligence with you. One that was millions of years old. The one that knows how to live and grow and learn. The one that learns how to navigate an ever-changing, shifting environment. The one who knows how to walk around the jungle. The one that knows how to die and decompose and feel life. This intelligence knows how to heal and destroy. That intelligence was already there from the moment that you were a one-celled entity in an ocean filled with Life on whose surface shines the clear light of objective reality.
The Old One of Years
Published by Koyote the Blind
Salvadoran in exile. I am a writer, poet, story teller, performer, and hablador. I am a Toltec survivor. Check out my author page: amazon.com/author/koyote View all posts by Koyote the Blind
2 thoughts on “The Old One of Years”
Thank you for reminding me. Sometimes I forget. Sometimes I become so full of gravity I lose my ability to navigate this world.
Love and Blessings, Luanne Somers 951-314-6537 http://www.somersconnect.com
It is a good thing to remind each other of these things. 🙂