Mystical Rose

Somewhere there was once a Flower, a Stone, a Crystal, a Queen, a King, a Palace, a Lover and his Beloved, and this was long ago, on an Island somewhere in the ocean five thousand years ago … Such is Love, the Mystic Flower of the Soul. This is the Centre, the Self … Nobody understands what I mean … only a poet could begin to understand.
— Marie Louise von Franz. C.G. Jung: His Myth in Our Time.

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