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.
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.
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