Making the world a better place, one contact at a time
A question emerges Research and publish not done I must do the work
Soul Doc
The voices drone on Yet another meeting that Could have been emailed
My soul, my divine To my shadow you take me Coniunctio
From my unconscious Mysterious creatures come To disturb and teach
I contain for you The pieces you do not want Until you’re ready
Holding a mirror The ego sees what is out What is shown is in
That is not the way Things are to be accomplished The way is not known
The world is not mine For the taking, it is owed And should be given
Among internet Aristocracy, bloggers Are the most elite
Feeling completed I have said what I came to satisfied I eat
