Euphrosyne's Depths of Joy

Euphrosyne closes the cycle — joy that is not the absence of darkness but what arrives once shadow has been met. The joy that cannot be stolen, because it was forged alongside shadow, not in spite of it. Poem written at the easel: The Piece Nobody Can Steal.

One of five. Becoming One — Journey of Recognition is a pentalogy that, unplanned, maps a complete arc of Jungian individuation: the descent into shadow and the slow ascent into wholeness. Five goddesses each take the first-person voice across five thresholds — identity, desire, balance, choice, joy. Each canvas is mixed with metallic pigment, so its colour changes under different light — the painting you meet at dawn is not the one you meet at midnight.

THE PIECE NOBODY CAN STEAL

Sorrow once ripped me into pieces

Particles, that can fly

It slipped through tight fingertips

Rivers of tears became dry

I flew over walls, through guarded fences

Wind carried me, to the shore

I wanted to sail, but blinded were senses

I saw no sea, just the desert, nothing more

At least those birds, had somewhere to land

But hole in the earth whispered, made me to stand

To see

Fire pushed rains of my sorrow

Into the ocean, to summon my tears

For long time waiting, for me to be ready

Embrace the past, face my fears

All I was dust, fragile in ashes

I was not drowned, or blown to places of no return

I was carried, healed by salty water

In waves, I jumped and turned

And in sand I dried, not ever burnt

In time I landed on a piece of stone

I shaped into crystals, was it home

I feared to stay, but it was my land

In short time, I could run not only stand

I used to be told that stars are too far

Being too small, it made me scared

I was told to fear fire

Water would drown me

And wind is too strong

Whispering Earth and all actions proved me

That words were and are all wrong

Now I know that I do not know

But I feel

That the piece I found

Nobody can steal

And stones not only crush, but their strength can also heal