Poems
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The Essence of Magic: Insights from Carl Jung’s The Red Book Thoughts Photo by Fernando Jorge on Unsplash Magic has captivated human imagination for centuries, from the mystical practices of ancient civilizations to modern-day fantasy stories. But what if magic is more than just tricks, illusions, and folklore? In The Red Book, Carl Jung delves into
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By Brian Gonzalez When I was a teenager, it seemed like everyone around me had their lives all figured out. My friends knew exactly what they wanted to study in college and had clear visions of their future careers. They were confident in their passions and understood the kind of people they wanted to become — it
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Slow down time — Though time flows freely, pendulum swinging Back and forth, endlessly. Existing at the same moment, Deliberate, ironic — An amusing tragedy, Contrary to all I feel. I sense you, a constant conflict, Waiting, causing complexity, Yet I see. On the sunset road, bells ringing, Far, far away, They titillate your soul, A distant
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In the eye of a triangle, truth lies still, Unseen by the masses, but waiting until The words repeat, and the tongue takes flight, Caged thoughts break free, to dance in the night. Hide and seek in a hidden place, Where shadows linger, yet leave no trace. A mystery written in loops and swirls, A
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In our quest to understand the human experience, two questions have persisted throughout history: What is the relationship between the mind and body? and Who am I? Traditional theories have offered various answers, often viewing the mind and body as separate entities or the self as a static being. But what if we approached these
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A figure drawn in broken lines, Symmetry lost, yet still refined, Eyes hidden from the world’s bright glare, A mind adrift, beyond compare. Arms outstretched in endless space, A body’s form, a fleeting trace, Between the lines, I find the thread, Of thoughts unspoken, lightly shed. Curved and sharp, the edges blend, Where spirit starts
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Have you ever felt like you were standing in your own way? Like there’s something greater you’re meant to achieve, but you keep getting pulled back by distractions, self-doubt, and an overwhelming sense of stagnation? If this sounds familiar, you’re not alone. Everyone faces moments of internal resistance. It’s as if there’s a force within
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All my centers pulse with light, Circles spinning in the night, Cosmic winds beneath my skin, A universe that stirs within. I sit, the sun behind, Time and space, both intertwined, Each breath a spark, each thought a flame, Seeking paths with love as name. Red to violet, energy climbs, Rising through the ancient rhymes,
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“The self is superficial; the spirit is thorough.” In our fast-paced, image-driven society, much emphasis is placed on the construction and presentation of the “self.” We curate our social media profiles, strive for professional accolades, and often measure success by external validations. Yet, beneath these surface-level pursuits lies a deeper aspect of our existence — the spirit — that
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A face carved from ancient bark, Eyes heavy with the weight of stars, In shadows deep, where green dreams spark, I stand, alone, with open scars. Branches stretch, my arms of wood, Reaching for skies that hum with light, A soul once lost, misunderstood, Now blooms beneath the quiet night. Centers pulse like hidden flames,
One Way Life 