Tuesday, February 25, 2014

you are like the sun, shining

you are like the sun
on a day
bleak and dank

like when the cold rain
settles deep within your
and city smog clogs your lungs

you are like the
sun shining on such days
while driving

a bird flutters by
with the flowers budding through
springtime's forever battle
with time

and you
the sun

your energy is
Mother - Father nature

and the clouds
gather in cirrus wonder
trying to block you
from reaching the


like a stone tossed and turned
flipped over three times
skipped across a pond
ending on the bank of a river
turned upward
neck craned
feet planted
in dirt and silt
a part of history
of time long past
yet here and now
you are
the sun




© Susan Marie

Monday, February 10, 2014

Wheels of Transformation at The C.G. Jung Center

First published: 

On Friday, February 21st, 2014, from 7:30-9:30pm at The Analytical Psychology Society of Western New York [The C.C. Jung Center 408 Franklin Street, Buffalo, NY 14202], Western New York poets cordially invite you to experience readings from a forthcoming poetry anthology titled, "A Celebration of  WNY Poets."

The volume, edited by Patricia Tansey and published through White Buffalo Publications, includes logo design created by Michael Morgulia of New Buffalo Graphics. The logo symbolizes a time of peace and renewal in Native American culture in order to bring light into the world through poetry. 

Most of the anthology is a representation of how words, images, and metaphors of poetry contribute to a transforming of consciousness and experience, and lead to personal and collective discovery.

Carl Jung stated in an essay, On the Relation of Analytical Psychology to Poetry,  ". . . the special significance of a true work of art resides in the fact that it has escaped from the limitations of the personal and has soared beyond the personal concerns of its creator . . . One might almost describe it [art] as a living being that uses man only as a nutrient medium, employing his capacities according to its own laws and shaping itself to the fulfillment of its own creative purpose."
The C.C. Jung Center is the first location chosen for a poetry and pre-launch event because some, yet not all of the writing embodies the creative process, dream states, archetypes and the collective unconscious. The anthology will be nationally released, focusing on the history and significance of the Western New York literary scene including insights into the uniqueness of the individual poets who have submitted.

The poets who will be reading on the 21st include: Ann Goldsmith, Karen Lee Lewis, Celeste Lawson, Susan Marie, Gunilla Kester, Kathy Tussing, Jane Sadowsk and Geoffrey Gatza.  Samples from the book, such as the authors' segment, the preface, and table of contents will be available, as well as a mailing list for those interested in purchasing the volume. 

The event is free, with various refreshments and donations are appreciated, yet not required.
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The website for White Buffalo Publications will be online shortly.

In the words of Jung himself, "The creative process, so far as we are able to follow it at all, consists in the unconscious activation of an archetypal image, and in elaborating and shaping this image into the finished work. By giving it shape, the artist translates it into the language of the present, and so makes it possible for us to find our way back to the deepest springs of life. Therein lies the social significance of art: it is constantly at work educating the spirit of the age, conjuring up the forms in which the age is most lacking. The unsatisfied yearning of the artist reaches back to the primordial image in the unconscious which is best fitted to compensate the inadequacy and one- sidedness of the present. The artist seizes on this image, and in raising it from deepest unconsciousness he brings it into relation with conscious values, thereby transforming it until it can be accepted by the minds of his contemporaries according to their powers."

The poetry readings, as well as The Center, will be recorded, edited, promoted and archived by Susan Marie.

Please join us for a stellar event with respected and accomplished writers and editors at The Analytical Psychology Society of Western NY to study and share the work of C.G. Jung and related contemporary thought.

For more information:
Patricia Tansey, Editor

Jan Beurskens
The Analytical Psychology Society of Western NY

Thursday, February 6, 2014

I Call You Self


I call you self

mirrored in an iris
solitary drops
of tears
the dew of morning, fresh
gracing petals
pristine and magnificent

I call you self
standing in baptism
in blessing
naked in purity
no weights nor burdens
as the wind
your voice
speaks volumes of ages
of antiquated species

I call you self
alive in the turbine
the hurricane
the tsunami
the earthquake
the deep rich soil
beneath footpads
in other worlds
times and lives

I call you self
the fresh breeze
that kisses my cheeks
as my head tilts upward
towards skies of cerulean

I call you self
my beloved
for I love self
and self is love
and all of this


is divine
as a dream
as no sleep
as the deep black dark
velvet coat of night
as the rich morning burst
like a palette of desire
the sun
for you, my self

I call you self
for you are alive
and all of this
for you
for the universe
is self
the moons, planets, stars
are an extension
of your heart

the leaves of the trees are your limbs, love
your spirit is self

in this world, this great expanse
this book of knowing
and not knowing
being and not being
laughing and crying
loving and letting go

in this immense skyscrape


do not discount your being
you may be but one feather
on the tip of the wing
of an angels flight
but you are golden

so be happy
be happy self

for you are self
and this is what I call you

for I am you
my beloved mine

I belong to only you
and my heart whispers poetry
in this hollow place
this beauteous world
this troubled time

come, come and smile, self
you were born with wings
that beat as thunder
with the volcanic rumbling
of Mother


my love
beloved self

I call you self

© Susan Marie