my mind as a carnivorous flower
my mind as a carnivorous flower does not know how to savor life. it is always on defensive mode; approaching everything as prey, or a potential malicious attack. it is always thorny and hungry; always in the process of choking something, or needing something to consume, to deconstruct, to dominate. it eats everything alive and moving, and then it eats itself. its thorns and choking vines grow exponentially — until it takes over the entire garden.
the trick with dealing with a carnivorous flower mind is to not fight it. you must know that it’s activated as a deep defense mechanism. it comes alive when the entire system feels unsafe, threatened, overwhelmed. it’s like an internal devil’s snare - it works by strangulation, so fighting and resisting it would only feeds its power.
what do you do with a carnivorous flower, instead?
you treat it like a dehydrated, malnourished flower. you let it rest. give it water. feed it nourishing foods. sing it a lullaby. until, over time, perhaps slowly, it’ll surrender its thorns and sharp teeth and return, again, to its tender form: absorptive, open, spacious.