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In the infinitesimal solar system within
All these archetypes revolve around the igneous self
So sure of its existence, its rightness in time and space,
Burning brightly, raging in ultimate totality
The anima and animus spin elegantly
Along the orbit of their beautiful ring,
Obscured by the shadow

The shadow, dark though it may be
In its opposition to the ego,
Nevertheless projects a blindingly sharp power
Through the inner cosmos,
Like Jupiter’s great magnetosphere,
Pulling without touching, invisibly pushing us toward conflict, collapse,
And yet yearns for the love and acceptance

The soul spins along an indefinite axis,
Change is constant,
Awareness the necessary kindling
To keep this ancient fire alive
And we are wise to love our little personal universe and all its chaos,
To rest comfortably within this container
In order to feel the wholeness of being,
The warmth of god permeating from within

2020sm