Autopsy of the Mind
It's 955 days into this journey now, 1.8 million words of contemplation
that I may see my way clear of the ship-rope knot of old habits,
old patterns,
old thinking.
*
Morning meditation with incense smoke curling over the little
wooden table where the tea candle sits, casting shadows in the darkness
before sunup.
Mantras,
visualizations, lifted airborne.
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Sacred work to start each day,
this autopsy of the mind, of the soul.
Helping me learn.
Helping me grow.
Helping me heal.
About the Creator
David Muñoz
I'm a recovering artist in Austin, Texas. Stoic student, mystic, writer, poet, guitarist, father, brother, son, friend. I am an eternal soul living a human experience. Part of that experience is working through my stuff by making art.
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