In the depths of the soul, where shadows dance

In the depths of the soul, where shadows dance, The unconscious weaves webs of dreams and flawless traps, A tireless sculptor carving love into stone, Unexpected challenges to draw greatness from within us. It does not settle for half-measures, Embraces storms like wildflowers on our path, Only in the wind's embrace do our wings grow, The power to stand firm against the breath that tests us. We rise above limits, gaze at the sky with dream-filled eyes, Not just the heavy clouds, but also the light filtering through them, Calling us not to remain mere fragments, But to embrace our wholeness, to be all we can be. Just as the ocean does not stop at the shore, Neither should the being halt at the first storm, We step further into the wide, where waves are calls, Discovering the "self" that fears not the depths, but faces them. The unconscious does not let us rest in the comfort of incompleteness, It pushes us toward the perfection hidden in our depths, A diamond awaiting the polish of time and courage, For only thus do we become whole and illuminated by our own sun.