Poetry
Boundaries
People will have you be their father, mother, sister, brother
To play out their unconscious patterns with you, the other.
You can do so if you will, I will be of service in that way:
But if you tell me that everything’s my fault – that’s not ok.
I’ll bow to your wishes, take on the mantle of war
So as to be a sounding board for your internal furore.
Remaining in equanimity, with clear boundaries firm
I can mirror the psychic content which is there for you to learn.
Projecting, they call it: the picture in your mind
Is transferred onto me – which then makes you blind.
It happens when the shadow is cast by closed eyes -
So don’t recoil, stay open, and you will spot the disguise.
When light gradually enters and you notice that crack:
I’ll gracefully withdraw, so you can catch your own lack.
When I project onto you (which of course I will) please be kind!
We’re all doing our best with our unbending mind.
© Sophie Brown 19th Dec 2021