The Jungian Aion

To distinguish the essence from all the rest,
And reclaim the libido long stuck and suppressed~
Gravity pulls invisible trees sway,
Bridging earth’s depths with heaven’s keys
In innocent play.

My soul is caught in a whirl of mud,
While cold numbers shape the rhythm of my blood,
Dragged and battered by restless currents,
While praises amass, yet inwardly deter~
A paradox sharp as a self-inflicted spur.

But what if I sever every tie~
What would remain,
To bind?
Would roots twist in the barren air,
Or flowers bloom through deep despair?
When the strings unravel,
Undone at last,
When the noise fades,
And the currents pass,
A hollow silence, or a deeper tone?
Is the truth revealed when we’re left alone?

Perhaps the trees will softly sing,
Revealing paths before unseen,
In dreams retold by ancient voices,
Stored again in drawers of morning choices.

To lose the false and face it all~
A gentle flame suddenly offers a sacred call.
The wheel of pain begins to turn,
As forgotten roads within us burn.
A wholeness found where values are sown~
Carefully tended,
Patiently grown.

I ask you now,
Will you meet me there?
When I am no longer bound by form,
My face dissolved, transformed~
My soul reborn.
Will you know my gaze through timeless haze?
As windows open to purest rays,
And the light spills forth,
So unbelievably free~
Reflecting the man
That once - was me.

4 days ago | [YT] | 399

The Jungian Aion

I am trying to speak of something
that cannot be said,
because I must.
The other world and its Center
made me promise.

The cycles of history,
suns swallowed by seas,
reborn and reflected
onto the heavens~
Psyche and Cosmos entangled,
just as much outside as inside,
the illusion of the split.

We will return
to where we began~
we were gifted patterns, obstacles,
and adventures to live,
to grow out of,
so we could use the personality earned
for higher purposes~
creativity and servitude,
to and fro
a bigger Unity.

Growing into a beautiful symmetry,
triangles, squares, and circles
around a hidden Center,
unmovable
unknowable
more real than real.

The most familiar
revealing
the deepest secrets.
The map is never the territory,
forever beyond our reach to see or grasp.
This little center which we are~
cannot hold the infinite,
yet, in fleeting moments,
embodiment emerge,
if only for a breath,
a peripheral glimpse,
or a cinnamon smile.

Echoes of a coming renaissance,
the cumulative result
of a few observant souls.
Rex and Regina embrace fully~
blessing their aching children.

The symbols are alive,
threads weaving through all things, unseen,
at the eye of the storm~
their passion burns
to incarnate into human form.

I am immensely limited.
I am incredibly grateful.
I am less than I will become,
I am most hopeful~
in the midst of terrible darkness,
which I refuse to project
treasures gleam,
their light speaks gently,
compensating this chaos
burning brighter still,
through pain.

The struggle of the opposites~
is what it is.

6 days ago | [YT] | 423

The Jungian Aion

I saw you fall,
Splintering into shards on shallow waters,
Your why slipping beneath the surface,
Deeper than deep.

The current claimed you,
Tearing pieces of your name,
Scattering them into the abyss,
Empty, voiceless, aimless.

You were gone.
Lost to yourself,
Lost to us all.

Time turned viscous,
A tide of mud creeping over memory,
Leaving fractured signs,
Blurring meaning,
Blinding truth.

Yet~
beneath the weight,
The slightest tremor,
A whisper threading through the silence.
Is it nothing?
Or is it you~
The flicker of an orange flame,
Inside an imaginary womb,
The first note of a long forgotten song,
Rising, resolute, whole.

Anew.

1 week ago | [YT] | 585

The Jungian Aion

Sitting on the other side
by yourself,
with your Self,
and no one else.

Light-years from ears
that could hear
what stirs within~
always searching,
seeking forms to wear,
names to call,
and be called by.

A lonely traveler,
haunted,
seeking mountaintops that might reach new heavens,
to replace those that are now lost,
revelations that will grip your bloody soul
once again.

The friends that left,
and those who never arrived,
greet you in lengthy dreams~
closed circles,
wild horses,
an empty chair,
and a father that was never there,
are dancing too fast
in long nights of terrible pains.

The one who speaks
to his own shadow
in a darkened room,
a madhouse
echoing his golden thoughts.

Once, he walked thin ropes
suspended above crowded markets,
wrote as if fire surged through his veins~
a blaze seeking to consume
the whole world
through his fingers.

My first spiritual father,
these words are for you.

1 week ago | [YT] | 313

The Jungian Aion

You and I
exploring invisible realms,
wandering beyond the inner and outer,
listening to the world soul
whistling to itself
our lives.

Your eyes~
projecting cosmic secrets,
reflecting solar systems
yet to be seen.

We provide containers for the eternal,
allowing it to chart our arc
when the inevitable flood arrives.

This house~
we do not own it.

Symbolic vessels
in metallic blue,
emerging from the depths,
as visible expressions
of the unseen world.

All parts of the whole,
mutually interdependent,
hidden from view,
alive in a single being~
COSMOS.

When distance shrinks,
and immensity folds into itself,
celestial planets mirror
bodies and souls,
organs serving unconsciously
higher orders.

Parallel dimensions converge
and here we are~
simply sitting together
on our couch,
after sharing a warm, healthy meal.

2 weeks ago | [YT] | 425

The Jungian Aion

Ferris Wheel
I am alone
Now above, now below
Always in motion
Filling and emptying,
Without complaint
Surrendering to a circular rhythm.

My Table
A rock,
An island in an endless sea
The center of my home
The center of the world.

An ancient tree,
A white screen,
A vantage point,
The breath of snowy mountains.

Before Your Eyes
Signs.
Before your heart,
Temptations.
A lifetime walking paths unknown.

Distant words,
Forgotten tribes,
Freshly baked bread,
Shaped from our dreams.

Between mirrors and myths,
Souls dwell.
The One and the many,
I,
A mutual flow,
The water of life~
To drown,
Or
To heal.

2 weeks ago | [YT] | 517

The Jungian Aion

Hi brothers and sisters,

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3 weeks ago | [YT] | 52

The Jungian Aion

While sailing alone along an unpredictable sea
one moment calm as piled white paper sheets,
another moment, treacherous as a snow avalanche,
above it all
we sit together—
one rocking chair against the other,
a perfect Being.

A paradox—
you're hidden
and revealed,
shine through,
stand behind
a cosmic Mask
for my protection.
I was not made to witness bare Reality.

Infinite layers—
where am I?
Infinite layers—
Pain,
Joy,
Death,
Truth.
She cries while I become myself.
I cry while she pulls away.

Our childish expectation
to be spared the pains of Growth
melts as thunderbolts attach
to our Naked bones,
shouting YES and THANK YOU,
as smoke surrounds us—
losing control,
gaining Soul.

This tension—
Aions in the making,
only the Great One
can contain.
And I am Yours.

Quantum particles stuck in my teeth,
sugar burns holes in my Will,
whirlwinds made of flour,
irrational images
hit me in the stomach.

The Present remains unopened
as long as I wish to Know
what is the meaning of it all,
as a mechanical brain,
an inner painter,
laughs at me.

Finite, flawed, forgetful, frightened—
and could I laugh back?

Free from geometrical equations
about the sum of my degrees,
Radical Acceptance.

This
Is
Me.

Remembrance—
branches,
membranes,
glances,
and Ecstatic dances,
sitting in the crowd
watching Ancient plays,
seemingly untroubled,
planning what to eat afterwards,
forgetting,
Being above being.

The end exists before the start,
realizes there’s a Way ahead,
before the urge to fulfillment knows
itself.

A magnificent Smile,
all-encompassing,
stretches Beyond all perceivable limits.

If you really try,
can you remember
a different Way of Being,
a dreamland before time,
It's always there
It's Now.

3 weeks ago | [YT] | 466

The Jungian Aion

Before I call,
You answer~
Synchronistically weaving
The rhythm of my inner movements
By heart.

Like hungry herds,
We howl our painful parts~
I am a lone red bull,
A thirsty dancer
Tracing his footsteps.

When I sit still,
A river springs forth
Behind closed eyes,
Planting purple vineyards,
Growing an adamant will.
Each grape holds a new heaven,
Each drop
A million cries.

I used to be an emotional sea
My days, raging waves
Crushing against an unknown world.
They tried to teach me
To be someone else
And failed.

Now, I stand,
A man with a bleeding heart.
A steel-forged sword in my right hand,
An invisible key in my left.
A father to my inner child,
Together, we cry and laugh,
Dive deep,
And surface with timeless treasures
For our sacred brothers and sisters.

From the descent into your unconscious unity,
I gather shards of my fractured soul~
Building a holy vessel
Sewing a divine dress.
Time itself,
A moving image of infinity,
A loyal guide.

I was born out of the deepest dream,
Yet made to forget all I had seen.
Now I carve stone from stocks of straw
Casting my net for your stealthy wisdom
In an ever-widening stream.

4 weeks ago | [YT] | 373

The Jungian Aion

Looking from the outside - in
through the lucid windows of innocence,
an eagle circles above.

A voice resides in my bones,
dwelling in towers of stone,
as roaring lions keep watch.

I fear~
and agree to let it show,
so a delicate wholeness could approach.

Transpersonal airports slowly fill
with the fragrance of goodbye.
"Please write," you asked.

I'm a vehicle for these images
their whispers clear
when I loosen my grip.

If I could sing in a pure language
beyond all daily tongues,
it means I truly let go.

A beautiful queen is crowned
by loyal stewards and thin prophets
at the center of the cosmos.

"You are worthy of unbound love,
exactly as you are now."
She whispers to all her citizens.

Slack hand, be strong
embrace this joyful day
the mountains of grief and burden
float so far away.

My first letter to you~
reaping what we’ve sown,
I hope it finds you warm.

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