The path leads to nowhere
No place special, anyway
Just an aimless soul-walk
In the misty morning gray
Crunch of leaves below
Birdsong fills my ears
At one with my spirit
For now, without a care
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“If you can’t figure out your purpose, figure out your passion. For your passion will lead you right into your purpose.” – Bishop T.D. Jakes
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Flashing yellow
Shadows deep
Am I awake?
Or lost in sleep?
Blurring colors
Burning bright
Endless summers
Darkened nights
Deep in dreams
I have found
Thoughts in streams
Glorious sounds
Here’s Part 3 of a piece of flash fiction about a Jungian analyst, a desperate young man, and digging too deep into the unconscious. This is the third and final part. It’s about 630 words and has an estimated reading time of 2.5 minutes. Let me know what you think!
Continue readingHere’s Part 2 of a piece of flash fiction about a Jungian analyst, a desperate young man, and digging too deep into the unconscious. This second part is very short, only about 230 words and has an estimated reading time of 1 minutes. Let me know what you think!
Continue readingHere’s Part 1 of a piece of flash fiction about a Jungian analyst, a desperate young man, and digging too deep into the unconscious. This first part is about 375 words and has an estimated reading time of 1.5 minutes. Let me know what you think!
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Chaotic mist arises
Birth of the unknown
My dream-world comprises
Of screams, terrible groans
Violent winds and fury
Swirling colors, dreadful tastes
Angels in glowing purity
Demons in constraints
“The conscious mind allows itself to be trained like a parrot, but the unconscious does not—which is why St. Augustine thanked God for not making him responsible for his dreams.” – Carl Jung
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