for James Hillman, author of The Soul’s Code
The daimon in my soul who’s truly me,
That entity who is my destiny,
Is my potential and my purposed being
I’m either drawn toward or forever fleeing.
For though it is my destined self at best,
The one I’ll realize with greatest zest,
I’m always free to disregard its call,
A fault that Scripture designates the Fall.
To fall from grace is wholly to ignore
The truth of my capacity to soar
Toward that vocation I can dimly hear
Calling me to that Self which is most dear.
Until my daimon is made manifest,
My yearning soul can never come to rest.