Liber Novus
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“Liber Novus”
Life is read
it bleeds continually
we simply need to stop
and breathe forgive
ourselves for tripping
over misspent thought
too caught up and enraptured
in the chapters we imagine
we always dream
best beginnings
and tidy arduous ends
unicorns in black matter
Life is real
hell it reels us in
we are what passes
through, processed
light steaming we enter in
screaming a new
mission
older memories forgotten
needles in haystacks
sifting for what we lost
long ago in the
fields of each other
it is hiding recalcitrant
we are forever seeking
for something golden
for what is missing
needle point
we stitch our stories
into the fabric of us
time – we think it’s slim
it never ends
we read the signs
from other's stories
they turn our pages,
looking for something
they are missing
validation of existence
they read us in
the watchers count
good deeds and sins
the light laughs in the dark
there are wars coming and going
never meant for winning
losing is the lesson
love erupts at some point
for the forgiving
what remains
the remnant
a softer kernel
of belief beggars in
what truly writes
our stories
edits our looming
unfinished mysterious chapters
are answers truly found
in sacred verse
poetry becomes
for some a new religion
all manner of hymns
walking stories
that are larger than
oceans
across watery pages
whales tales swallowing
tears in time
pilot fish listening in
each of us
enters through
the strange place
crying novices
we break in
cracking the door
like bungling burglars
on our unearthly missions
the pages turn
in us all
a new story
is always born
red door
like a book
opens
and closes
Liber Novus
life screams
rapturous
or not
portal wombs
waiting rooms
and exit strategies
all too soon
Liber novus
closes us out
lets us in ...
again
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Gimme Shelter”, The Rolling Stones
https://youtu.be/RbmS3tQJ7Os
“Paint it Black”, The Rolling Stones
https://youtu.be/O4irXQhgMqg
“The voyage began at age 11.
"On my way to school,"
"I stepped out of a mist and I knew I am.
I am what I am.
And then I thought,
'But what have I been before?'
And then I found
that I had been in a mist,
not knowing to differentiate myself from things;
I was just one thing among many things."
Jung, 1959
The Red Book
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Red_Book_(Jung)
'The Red Book': A Window Into Jung's Dreams
https://www.npr.org/2009/11/11/120129676/the-red-book-a-window-into-jungs-dreams
Liber Novus / original with Illustrations
Jung/Art
https://archive.org/details/RedBookByJung/mode/2up?view=theater
Liber Novus
The Red Book (English Translation)
https://www.d-pdf.com/book/1471/read
“How an existential crisis precipitated an artistic masterpiece”
https://www.theculturium.com/carl-gustav-jung-the-red-book-liber-novus/
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2022
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