Jung wrote that we must confront
Our shadows in order to become whole
Well, what if the shadow itself
Is the cradle of wholeness
And facing it head-on
Would result in its refusal to cooperate
Inner shadow is meant to play
Behind the scenes, anonymous
One should integrate with the shadow
Rather than overstep its safety zone
No renowned psychologist remained sane
After delving into the forbidden zone
After battling the hidden ghost
Psychology is the arch-enemy of poetry
What poetry tries to bring to light
Psychology hinders its flight
Was the world ever in such chaotic mode
Before the frontiers of Psychology
Were crossed over in enthusiastic drive
To integrate with the inner shadow
One needs spiritual awareness
One needs poetry that shapes the sense
One needs the storm of Nature's feel
One needs doses of emotional healing
That flowers, trees, animals, birds bring
The offerings of Psychology is mortal
The presents of Poetry, immortal