A poem based on a dream and Jung’s principle of Anima and Animus:
Anima
In the black shadow
The owl opens her wings –
And I am somewhere
Lost in dark magick
As it invokes a new me –
Sleek and crystalline
Sophia would be in love –
As the cyclic moon
Makes with the deepening lake –
Our Great Mother flies
Her feathers like snow
In the disconsolate sky –
Will I… never wake