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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
Showing posts with label Jung at heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jung at heart. Show all posts

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Souvenirs From Dreams

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She believed
She believed with all the faith
her tender five year-old soul could hold
More than she believed in God
More than Heaven
More than even her own name
She believed
that dreaming and waking
were just different rooms
in the same house
She believed
boundaries were permeable
She could travel thresholds
of unconscious to conscious
like she traversed bedroom to kitchen
and back
She believed
if she really tried
she could return from her dreams
with some souvenir
like when she returned to her room
with a cookie from the cupboard
She believed this so strongly
that each night she would try to grasp some trinket
from dreaming
and wake with it in her hand
But each morning she awoke 
empty handed
her dream object faint and 
fading into the evasive penumbra of night
a  beautiful shell she tried to snatch from the ocean
just as a huge wave washed her under
She would finally stand
gripping nothing
but sand.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

The Shadow



The more you keep it down the more it grows
It thrives in places where there is no light
The more you try to hide the more it knows
It taunts you when you lie awake at night

You never know when it may want to play
A game of cat and mouse inside your head
And if you try to make it go away
The longer it will stay with you instead

It visits you in dreams so dark and deep
In wishes and in secrets long rejected
The beast will keep on eating you alive
Until you hold it, make it feel protected

For once you see the shadow face to face
You see that it's yourself you must embrace.

The Shadow - Steven.Kenny