Smudged Ink
Loin cloth draped around his anorexic body the Buddha
Searched for the Middle Way between Nothing and All
Counted his blessings and figs as his thoughts focussed
In meditation for humility compassion and lasting peace
The tree of life’s branches lightened his shadows of doubt
Enticed the suffering of suffering to lead from above
Aristotle escaped from Plato’s cave into the sunshine
Golden Mean on his mind he foraged for balance of virtue
Moderated knowledge with feelings of exploring for wisdom
A tiny window of opportunity between secrecy and honesty
Reckless and cowardice tempting from both incomplete ends
Good humour and absurdity longing for tranquility’s resolution
Carl Gustav Jung took up the reigns drawn by polar opposites
Between living and death in archetypal subconscious conscience
Monumental conflict depicted as complements not contradictions
A seeming paradox of incongruent and existential proportions
Like the jester in Tarot’s antimony of beginning and infinite end
The persona became more than a mere mask or Janus faced challenge
The poet’s stream of consciousness meanwhile flows as ink in his pen
Scratches at the surface quite tense in his hand pointing the quill
Towards investigation and unexceptional essence of lost meaning
Guided by the inner Self and nemesis of turmoil and equilibrium
19th January 2020
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