
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
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
Continue reading“Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual’s conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. At all counts, it forms an unconscious snag, thwarting our most well-meant intentions.” – Carl Jung
Continue readingIn the savage beauty of springtime
The world opens, screams my name
The Idol of my ancestors was cruel
She contains just as much evil
As the goodness that keeps everything
Merged in musical chaos
That smile on your face – who is it for?
It is warped and mischievous
And your sharp teeth bite into me
Like a cold night-wind, unrelenting
Why do I write to you anymore when
It’s clear my master has forbidden me?
Here’s a piece of flash fiction about a homeless man and looking closer at the world. It’s about 424 words and has an estimated reading time of 2 minutes. Let me know what you think!
Continue reading“If we cling to belief in God, we cannot likewise have faith, since faith is not clinging but letting go.” – Alan Watts, from The Wisdom of Insecurity
Continue readingEach new year is a gateway
Transformation takes place
Among broken angels lying face down
In gutters and cracked sidewalks
Misty rain falls in city mornings
The angels sing, sigh sweetly
Not entering this gateway neatly
I am overcome, completely
With an urge for annihilation
Merging of dark colors
Sleepwalking on wintry road
Dead trees and dead leaves
Gray and blackness of my dreams
Destination is unknown