The Meaning of Your Life – Carl Jung

Depth is where the real life begins. Psychology is the inquiry. I felt inspired by Carl Jung writing this. He taught me that the unreal was real.

THE MEANING OF YOUR LIFE

A library of knowledge,
The twin towers of the mind,
For one is conscious,
The other unconscious,
For to re-surface knowledge,
One must release the prisoners,
Locked behind bars of suppressed fear.

Carl Jung is my mentor,
He comes to me in my dreams,
For the walls surround his home in Switzerland,
House the tower of the ego state,
The walls of stones misplace security,
They are engraved with mythical creations,
Of the minds invention,
For imagination,
Symbolizes meaning,
Enshrines it in a blueprint,
Of imagined shadows of association,
For the shrine of remembrance,
Is in the shadow of a lunar eclipse,
The son has gone underground,
For the universal unconscious,
Symbolizes ‘you know not what you do’,
For there is no control,
When one is in the dreaming State.

A matrix of confusion,
For which is the dream?
Which is real?
For when you feel,
You synthesize value,
For values navigate,
Neural networks of order,
Chaos values original thought,
For the first thought was love,
The last is peace,
For you may be unconscious of what you value,
Until you lose the treasure,
For it hides behind the syllables of your song,
In the letter of universal laws,
Only when pushed against the wall of life,
Do we remember what is important,
What is real,
For the wall of routine,
Is shaken,
It is rattled,
It is dismantled,
In the instant,
You re-member to live.

For every action,
There is re-action,
For we act again,
It need not be equal or opposite,
It can be different yet the same,
For love seeks only unity,
It seeks only truth,
It searches for higher ground,
For a broader perspective can only be found,
When you open both eyes,
To the meaning of your life.

Life is not a struggle,
Unless you resist,
Life is not unfair,
Unless you believe you can lose,
Life is not at war,
For it loves the rhythm of harmony,
Only the powerless seek domination,
Only the political seek deception,
Only the lost raiders,
Hide behind masks and myths,
To spin imagined stories,
Masking truth through silence,
Masking desire through denial,
Masking harm through thought-less-ness,
By omission,
Under submission,
Without permission,
For they are unable to face their feelings,
They are afraid of unraveling the myth,
They fear the truth of uncertainty
will de-mask their mirror image,
For they have imagined themselves,
For they no longer know what is real.

For to be real is to show courage,
The brave uncover misunderstandings,
They drop their shields of protection,
For when one lives consciously,
There is no greater symbol of a shield,
Then truth and love,
For one leads to the other,
These are the soul mates that reunite,
In the darkest hour before your dawn.