around the evening
you interrogated the sky
while waiting for the stars
in your refuge with no mirror
your story so beautiful
in your memory
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Carl Jung
I will not try and introduce Carl Jung, as there are many sites doing it very well, and I am not into quotes, but this one from the great thinker, from The Symbolic Life rang so true to me, as well as reflect what I am looking for in poetry, beyond the words. It comes from the Carl Jung facebook page, affiliated to the following site : http://www.appliedjung.com
« Every unequivocal so-called « clear » answer always remains stuck in the head and seldom penetrates the heart. The needful thing to know is not to know the truth but to experience it.
if I had a house (3)
if I had a house, it would be made of wood and it would be pink, it would smell of childhood, it wouldn't be too big, it would creak a little, and when entering from the back door, it would smell of fire. when the evening falls
when the evening falls
I don't know where I am
but I know the clouds and the shadows
and the night that makes noise haiku
on the corner of
my street spring explodes in front
of my amazed eyes