She weaves secrets in her hair
The whispers are not hers to share.
She's deep as a well.
She's deep as a well.

Another day wastes away,
And my heart sinks with the sun.
A new day's dawning,
And a new day has not yet begun.

So, anyway,
There I was,
Just sitting on your porch
Drinking in the sweetest decline.
The sweetest decline.

expression of soul

Psychologist Carl Jung believed that all desires have a sacred origin, no matter how odd they may seem. Frustration and ignorance may contort them into distorted caricatures, but it is always possible to locate the divine source from which they arose. In describing one of his addictive patients, Jung said: "His craving for alcohol was the equivalent on a low level of the spiritual thirst for wholeness, or as expressed in medieval language: the union with God."

Therapist James Hillman echoes the theme: "Psychology regards all symptoms to be expressing the right thing in the wrong way." A preoccupation with porn or romance novels, for instance, may come to dominate a passionate person whose quest for love has degenerated into an obsession with images of love. "Follow the lead of your symptoms," Hillman suggests, "for there's usually a myth in the mess, and a mess is an expression of soul."