Prose Poem, “The Maze” 散文诗《迷宫》。20250126白马时-兔一间。

散文诗《迷宫》

——天来小子内观

意识啊，是座迷宫，

层层叠叠的墙，曲曲折折的路，

我以为自己迷失其中，

其实，是心外求法让我无所适从。

“是谁在操控？”

哦，容格笑而不语，

然后指向天空——

“是集体无意识的无形之手。”

谢谢你，容格，

我终于明白了：

神话，不是神说的，

也不是对神说的。

它是我说的，

而且，是对我自己说的！

于是，我不再徘徊，

也不再仰望，

我转身，探出手，

一把抓住那无形之手——

“下来吧！别藏在天上！”

集体无意识的手，被我拽下，

它从虚无中显现，

原来，它就是我，

是我心外求法的投影，

也是我自我觉悟的引路人。

站在迷宫中央，

我终于领悟：

迷宫不迷，人因心外求法而迷。

路，不在外，而在心。

Prose Poem, “The Maze”

—The Heavenly Child Reflects Within

Consciousness, oh consciousness, a maze it seems to be,

Walls upon walls, twisting paths without end.

I thought I was lost within it,

But truly, it was my outward search for answers that left me astray.

“Who is pulling the strings?”

Ah, Jung smiles without a word,

Then points to the sky—

“It is the invisible hand of the collective unconscious.”

Thank you, Jung,

I finally understand:

Myths are not spoken by gods,

Nor are they spoken to gods.

They are spoken by me,

And, most importantly, spoken to me!

So I stopped wandering,

And stopped searching outside.

I turned around and reached out my hand,

Grabbing hold of that invisible hand—

“Come down! Stop hiding in the heavens!”

The hand of the collective unconscious, pulled down,

Revealed itself from the void.

And then I saw—

It was me all along,

A projection of my outward seeking,

And a guide toward my inner awakening.

Standing in the center of the maze,

The truth became clear:

The maze is not confusing; it is we who become lost,

By seeking answers outside our own hearts.

The path lies not without, but within.

提示🔔……散文诗《迷宫》。天来小子内观：意识的迷宫。集体无意识我的无形之手在操弄啊，容格说。 谢谢容格，我知道了，神话不是神说的，也不是对神说的。是我！我说的，而且就是对我说的！我明白了，于是，我一把抓住集体无意识我的无形之手，把他从天上拽下来！