The Faceless Mask & The Mystic Sage
Hidden is the face…countless masks we wear
From birth to death…a new façade every other day
When do we stop & where do we go…
A life without a mask is frightful to the core !
And then one day I met a friend
After years of hiding behind the ken
Only to find that the mask he wore
Was no different from the one I bore
Mirror images every where I saw
Each pretending to be more than he was
Stark naked did I stand
Before the mirror on the stand
No where to hide, no where to go
It’s time to understand what I stand for
My purpose, my existence …all questioned today
All masks broken…my judgement day.
The faceless face behind the mask
Another wanderer on the task
Seeking the truth I cried for help
But all I found was my lonely self
Through my walks & journeys long
I met a sage who sang a song
He took my heart & took my soul
And breathe life into an empty bowl
All masks blown to dust
Today I stand where I must…..
A maskless face, yet full of grace
A song in my heart & a merry dance
Praying that every mask gets his chance
To meet the Sage from a mystic age !
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From the Kingdom of Wiseldom - A seeker of the truth, a follower of the Path...Lost in a trance, doing a merry dance... The Wiseldress, wanders hither & thither into your Heart!
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- A seeker on the path, I have wandered far & wide. The time has come for me at last To tell the world that I have arrived !
9 comments:
funny you should write this...
a realization I have had faced very recently... that the hero and the villian are one... and they are both you...
what we most admire in others is the best in us... what we dispise and seek to change most in others is the worst in us...
The imagery of fire and pyre was in my mind when I jotted some lines today...everything s burnt down until only the constant remains were the words i penned today after many days...
faceless you say...without masks you say...I agree.. these faces/masks are the very wood on the pyre... and they also serve as the fire it seems... and sooner or later they do catch fire... until only that which is real remains...
maybe its ramblings of a friend gone crazy.. or maybe there is some truth to it... or maybe we will never know
keep writing saba..
The masks we wear to mask our fear of the known as well as the unknown...zombies we have turned into. Its time to shed the facade & face right up dear old friend...soak the sun & join the play.
The last couple of days have been tormenting my soul...but at last the Light prevailed & i am once more on the path...No more Questions !
Change is a way of life And yet it comes with so much pain
All that was once the norm Now is burnt to the grounde
Ashes everywhere and still feel the heat of pyre
Parts of the old still remain around
The new perhaps will emerge from this pyre of the old
glimpses i see of the flower, it glistening like gold
questions one face as old identities are burnt
what remains is perhaps the only constant
One looks at things one once despised in the world
and you discover that it is things in you
The hero and the villian are one
and the one is you...
How can the hero or the villian be burnt
one without the other
for where one goes the other follows
when one is disowned the other is disowned as well
The death of one is also death of the other...
What can i say about the words u have penned...u have spoken the truth & walked the path...u have the insight & the knowledge...but tell me my friend how do u deal with the pain?
I know its momentary...i know its a transition...I know its human fallacy to talk about it & yet i crave to know how another would deal with it?
i wish i knew how to deal with the pain, all i am begining to know is that there is so much i dont know. The funny thing is that its not the stuff out there that i need to know/learn about, but its the stuff in here one needs to know .. or i may be wrong
seems like pain is the way of showing you this is the path... the stones of personality/mask need to be chisled away for the diamond to emerge...
again who knows... maybe i am imagining too much.... only one way to find out.. go into it \\
m
Hahaha...ur right plunging & finding out is the only way...So i see ur a diamond in the making ;-)
we are all diamonds in making, but some of us end up thinkign we are looking for the pieces of stone falling away ... i believe the diamond is only a perception away :)
Hi Sarah...thanks for explaining. If i were in ur position, i probably would have done the same thing...But i v strongly believe that 'what goes around, comes around'. So he would have to come to terms with what he has done & try to work things out...I know this might be difficult for you to do...but everyone needs a second chance.
Anyway enough said on M...pls do tell me something more about urself…I am a psychologist & corporate consultant. What do u do? This is my email id: noor.fathima@gmail.com Please send me a mail on this id, for this blog is too open a forum to have any kind of discussion.
Much Love…
gawrsh!! I didnt know you are writing poetry. do read ID aditsen on the same portal. she has done some excellent posts.
love
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