Jealousy made you weak and your eyes green. How important is to know something about it, but we know nothing about it.”, “Who knows? I'm not into gloomy poems anymore, but this one rocked my socks off! “Eros is an issue of boundaries. It was the Greek way of saying that, in spite of what it may believe, Love pursues the Soul, not the body; the Erotic desires the Psychic. It too, seemed to involve the Prāṇa: that harnessing one’s divine heart energy is the ultimate manipulator of matter.”, “The rejection of the Shadow is one of the greatest failings of patriarchal religion. lost relationships. In Greek legend, as I'm sure you are aware, he fell in love with the minor deity Psyche. Rotating in a unison, counter-clockwise fashion, they would all, in simultaneous rhythm with my Prāṇa pulse, change direction. Eros has an idea of love and mutual pleasure and free choice. In Greek legend, as I'm sure you are aware, he fell in love with the minor deity Psyche. It's the job of a man to fan the spark into flames, not quench it...”, “I think Eros should be dirty. “Words! “Then, crouching low beneath the son of Aeson, he nocked the arrow midway up the string, and, parting bow and string with both hands, shot Medea. He. The Healing Power of Dreams: The Science of Dream Analysis and Journaling for Your Best Life! Immediately, I understood that these projections from my combined thought and energy processes would reverse themselves accordingly, thereby redirecting the effulgence/vibration field surrounding and radiating out from me. My lonely princess, What a way to start the poem. Along the way in the journey of life, sometimes, life will be colder than warmer and sometimes warmer than colder but in all things we must remember that it is never over for a purposeful journey of life until the journey of life is over. It is an affair of disentangled, or stripped, minds. Viciously torn to shreds by his daunting voice. But what we have not successfully said is that pornography is not erotica. Eros and Psyche Really good writing. Christianity tries to paint the Devil/Evil/Death as the enemy of God/Goddess/Life. It shall always not be good and it shall always not be bad; we only have to work hard.”, “If I don't defend for myself, who will?”, “And as for the vague something --- was it a sinister or a sorrowful, a designing or a desponding expression? On second thoughts, what a nightmare that'd be. If it is a very large group, the collective psyche will be more like the psyche of an animal, which is the reason why the ethical attitude of large organizations is always doubtful. “The story of Psyche finally made sense to him- why a mortal girl would be so afraid. Together, we and Earth conspire (breathe together) so that neither of us will expire. “The event of falling in love is of such a nature that we are right to reject as intolerable the idea that … What power they hold. Life and Death are realities to our psyche. May 17, 2019 - Explore Ellen Michel's board "eros and psyche", followed by 209 people on Pinterest. One word, beautiful! Wow...that poem was deep and intelligent...and sad...very well written..i loved it. The way you start the poem "My lonley princess.." was such a great hook and you reeled me in. Psyche was not naturally either very strong or very brave, but the cruel power of fate made a virago of her. by Darien   May 8, 2008 We all are floating our psyche on top with a great ocean underneath.”, “Sometimes life will be awesome. Once they have rooted in your psyche, it is difficult to escape them. As I am, and you cursed my heart with hatred. The psychology of a large crowd inevitably sinks to the level of mob psychology. Woooow! It is incredible how so few words can grab my mind and pull me deep, feeling the emotions you displayed. Words can shape the future of a child and destroy the existence of an adult. Eros and Psyche My lonely princess, Come lie within the ruins that is my heart, Viciously torn to shreds by his daunting voice. Deep within hollow walls of crimson blood. The book of the gods. Percy's sword gleamed in the dark. Then the attraction to feed Earth comes into play so we exhale food for it to eat and we again gain comfort. These pillars of Chaos hold bitter vengeance, We may always bring the natural relationships of our senses and the matrix into consciousness by becoming aware of our tensions and relaxations while breathing. The chrism of this terrible coronation is to be seen not in the joys of any man's marriage but in its sorrows, in the sickness and sufferings of a good wife or the faults of a bad one, in his unwearying (never paraded) care or his inexhaustible forgiveness: forgiveness, not acquiescence. Keep writing this way... Rock On! Come lie within the ruins that is my heart, It, too, is a consensus of many senses. He'd been the first demigod Nico had ever seen in action. These pillars of Chaos hold bitter vengeance, Maybe she's afraid they might poke her and then she'd burst.”, “A group experience takes place on a lower level of consciousness than the experience of an individual. category : Realizing this can put our "analyzer" on hold, our interpretive mind on "ga-ga" and our hearts on breathless.”, “We all have an edge. Oh wow. “Carrie doesn't seem to talk about anything with sharp edges. See more ideas about Eros and psyche, Heart in nature, I love heart. Eros you betrayed me, with your selfish act, This is due to the fact that, when many people gather together to share one common emotion, the total psyche emerging from the group is below the level of the individual psyche. You desire the love of my princess, a mortal, Be it rough or smooth, good or bad, we must accomplish the task. My purity has vanished, you have taken my soul, Wow! First Love Stories: From Isis and Osiris to Tristan and Iseult. You left me to suffer alone in the pits of Tartarus. We may think he does, but when he is brought to the test it proves otherwise... For it is the very mark of Eros that when he is in us we had rather share unhappiness with the Beloved than be happy on any other terms.”, “We rehearse for the big death through the little death of orgasm, through erotic living. When others cry, the other are laughing and making merry. Remember, respiration means to re-spire, to re-spirit ourselves by breathing. Mind blowing is not the exact word which can be used to describe this poem... Coz this poem should be rated high above mindblowing. “The story of Psyche finally made sense to him- why a mortal girl would be so afraid. Jealousy made you weak and your eyes green. I love it! Why would she risk breaking the rules to look the god of love in the face, because she feared he might be a monster. They are a package deal. No being, god or mortal, can choose love. If Love was clean and wholesome he wouldn't lust after Psyche.”, “I can no longer be sure whether the psyche is in me or whether I'm in the psyche...”, “We are the great danger. The work of words is the trigger of words.”, “I struggled to think pure thoughts, as Hector sucked out my psyche with his eyes.”, “Intellect takes you to the door, but it doesn't take you into the house.”, “In yet another manipulation-of-matter dream, I saw several, perhaps ten, vortices (like spinning arms) protruding from my body. No need to talk. The love of the gods belongs to anyone who has given birth to true virtue and nourished it, and if any human being could become immortal, it would be he.”, “I think that we have successfully said that rape is not sex, it’s violence. Sometimes, life will look blurry. The cry of a baby, the mourning of others. Si la voz dentro de nosotros no dice estas palabras, no es la voz del eros.”, “There is indeed a peculiar charm, both in friendship and in Eros, about those moments when Appreciative love lies, as it were, curled up asleep, and the mere ease and ordinariness of the relationship (free as solitude, yet neither is alone) wraps us round. Holding the carving knife in a murderous grip, she uncovered the lamp and let its light shine on the bed. Love comes despite ourselves; and then, if we have not already done so, we have the task of becoming our selves so we may welcome love.”, “Eros has degenerated; he began by introducing order and harmony, and now he brings back chaos.”, “if someone got to see the Beautiful itself, absolute, pure, unmixed, not polluted by human flesh or colors or any other great nonsense of mortality, but if he could see the divine Beauty itself in its one form? The Sun At Midnight: The Revealed Mysteries Of The Ahlul Bayt Sufis. Come lie within the ruins that is my heart, Rather than giving the Devil his due, Christianity has created a bizarre and distorted image of the Shadow.”, The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious, Angel Tech: A Modern Shaman's Guide to Reality Selection, Reconnecting with Nature: Finding Wellness Through Rebuilding Your Bond with the Earth, House of the Tiger King: The Quest for a Lost City. Porne means female slaves. No needs at all except perhaps to stir the fire.”, “Para algunos, no puede haber amor verdadero sin la muerte; tal es el tema romántico por excelencia, el de Tristán e Isolda, el de Romeo y Julieta, el de Filemón y Baucis, el de los amantes de Mayerling.”, “If I took hold of your lower jaw with my smallest fingers resting near your lobes and my thumbs lightly against the start of your, “Desire is not simple. ~Stefanie. My beautiful Psyche, we once shared true love. It just takes a certain kind of perspective to see this. Another dream showed the Creative Energy of the universe surging into and through my crown area and then following down through my entire body until emerging as some form of matter. Brilliant job!! “Christianity gave Eros poison to drink; he did not die of it, certainly, but degenerated to Vice.”. Instead of wishing to shun, I longed only to dare --- to divine it; and I thought Miss Ingram happy, because one day she might look into the abyss at her leisure, explore its secrets and analyse their nature.”, “The more death, the more birth. “Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me, “Gods, I wish the world was full of passive women.He thought for a moment longer, then scowled. “Night fell, and her husband came to bed, and as soon as they had finished kissing and embracing each other, he fell fast asleep. *clicks to add to favorites* When we watch, read or hear a story, whatever detail jumps out reflects an issue in our psyche that requires our attention.”, “Alles, was unserer körperlichen Ernährung und Pflege dient, lassen wir uns mehr kosten als unsere geistige Ernährung.”, “The power of words is in the works of words. Jason growled. Bhavin, Eros you betrayed me, with your selfish act, For the Church has not beauty but what the Bride-groom gives her; he does not find, but makes her, lovely. The respiration process is guided by our natural attraction to connect with fresh air and by our attraction to nurture nature by feeding it carbon dioxide and water, the foods for Earth that we grow within us during respiration. The flow was awsome, on point and constant in every stanza. This process feels good, it is inspiring. Or haven't you remembered that in that life alone, when he looks at Beauty in the only way what Beauty can be seen - only then will it become possible for him to give birth no to images of virtue but to true virtue. If Love was clean and wholesome he wouldn't lust after Psyche.”, “At home, besides being Peter or Jane, we also bear a general character; husband or wife, brother or sister, chief, colleague or subordinate. It is an image, a foretaste, of what we must become to all if Love Himself rules in us without a rival. The world is mingled with sadness, joy, happiness, anger, wealth, poverty, etc.”. How jealous were the Gods to take you from me. These pillars of Chaos hold bitter vengeance, Deep within hollow walls of crimson blood. The Gods cherish you for you are one of them. Brought agony to my princess and our love. Viciously torn to shreds by his daunting voice. --- that opened upon a careful observer, now and then, in his eye, and closed again before one could fathom the strange depth partially disclosed; that something which used to make me fear and shrink, as if I had been wandering amongst volcanic-looking hills, and had suddenly felt the ground quiver, and seen it gape: that something, I, at intervals, beheld still; and with throbbing heart, but not with palsied nerves.