Transformation
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Introducing the Helix Verse: A New Poetic Form for Exploring Opposites Poetry has always been a space where contrasts collide — light and dark, chaos and order, past and future. But what if we could structure those opposites into a spiraling journey of transformation? I’m thrilled to share a poetic form I’ve been developing, inspired by the
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Photo by Murray Campbell on Unsplash There is a single time On a simple mind That fears the velocity of time Running by Expecting why’s Knowing everything Falls off the sky Ideas catching fire And burning out Dualism of emotion No whereabouts Imagination shifting Awareness drifting Flowing downstream Rewind identity Stuck in density Matter is only
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Welcome to One Way Studios, where creativity, philosophy, and personal transformation converge. If you’re a writer passionate about exploring the depths of artistic expression and the intricate connections between art and life, you’re in the right place. We’re looking for voices that can spark thought, inspire growth, and foster a community of curious minds. Here’s
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There are mini versions of me. Reflected images in mirrors unseen. Bright quartz glowing in the darkness. Growing forest reaches for the sky. An existence based on a lie. An illusion of allusions. Electrical grids forming around me. Force field made of glass. Inside there was only mass — Pure and uninterrupted in origin.
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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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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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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,
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