Soul Striptease — Poem

Sometimes, I'm a stripper. And that's one stripper's look. What my parents said to this? Oh Girl, that is no good. Well they couldn't believe it: selling your soul like that? That's not worth it. Why would you do this? you studied, but this is a mess. Yes, I also studied theater science. So it happened that I once was a client in a stripclub — with pen and notebook. I wanted to understand: what is it that men sense? and do the girls still feel themselves, when they offer these amusements? ✦ Looking for Jung's Anima. That's how a man comes in. 'Cause in his job he applies discipline. He lacks a lot the feminine. Carl Gustav Jung points out: commitment vs. passion, and how we humans create this illusion of the inner woman as a resolution in the outer world. Jung calls her ANIMA. Our yin, our soul, our darkness... We don't know her anymore. ✦ Sometimes, I'm a stripper and I have a mission: encounter the man, responding his energy flow to be even, cause my anima-presence outside is a gift for his hurt woman inside, and bringing this into consciousness, makes the man look into a mirror, nothing less. Anima and Animus. Yin and Yang. Soul and Universe. Darkness and Light. And imagine these connected, healed, seen, reflected… so slowly, the man and his woman inside can feel forgiveness. ✦ So what is this actually about? Well, to become oneself as a whole, it is the soul that counts. Look, where we are can't you see? Our world is again about to fall apart. It's time to really dig deep and build a world in selflove, let's breathe… I'm getting started on the patriarch's lap, and hopefully you now ask yourself what can I do to fill this gap?