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One Small Token

Over the years they seldom change

The images and movement we try and name

Whose relation cannot be re-arranged

And yet they will remain the same

Shadows they be called at night

From deep inside us it seems

Four seasons will reveal their might

Of impressions we know as dreams

Whenever family , friend or foe whose part

Becomes pivotal in  our play

A nocturnal assembly whose heads and whose hearts

Brings life and meaning in their way

Then again a night's vision that stirs until dawn

Will bring with it a message from where?

A tender place where dreams do land on

And memories of our soul are made there

That which we attend from that intangible region

Is a token that is kept in the heart

In exchange we give our love to the seasons

And this we divide in four parts

 

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Comment by Being on June 16, 2015 at 7:00pm

Jung has depth too that brings out commiserate deep feelings from my inner soul.

Comment by Being on June 16, 2015 at 6:53pm

Your writings appeal to me. They always have depth and beauty!


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Comment by anki on June 16, 2015 at 12:13pm

wow i can relate to this on so many levels. thank you

Comment by Nemo on June 15, 2015 at 4:43pm

" The dream is a little hidden door in the innermost

secret recesses of the soul, opening into that cosmic

night which was psyche long before there was any

ego-consciousness, and which will remain psyche

no matter how far our ego-consciousness may extend.

For all ego-consciousness is isolated: because 

it separates and discriminates, it knows only

particulars, and it sees only what can be related to 

the ego. It's essence is limitation, even though

it reaches to the farthest nebulae  among the stars.

All consciousness separates; but in dreams we put

on the likeness of that more universal, truer,

more eternal man dwelling in the darkness of 

primordial night. There he is still whole, and the

whole is in him, indistinguishable form nature

and bare of all egohood.

It is from these all-uniting depths that the dream

arises, be it never so childish, grotesque, or immoral.

So flowerlike is it in its candor and veracity

that it makes us blush for the

deceitfulness of our lives."  -Jung

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