Unmasked

Unmasked


Slowly the skin is peeled back,
the ego faced with its nakedness,
before unknown,
though a desire to flee from self revelation present,
its futility understood,
for once shown,
to retrace is impossible;
when blindness lost,
no matter how precious,
gone forever,
the darkness no longer a refuge from the gift presented.


Sharp and true is the two edged knife of self knowledge,
wounding the soul deeply;
anxieties,
pain,
unstable,
fearful of the truth once the mask torn away,
screaming,
anger rising to the surface in self protection;
all useless for the wound cannot not be,
once aware it can only heal in the crucible of suffering and courage.


Unending layers of skin that need to be peeled,
self deception a common currency,
over and over again laid bare for the light of truth to burn away,
Each an awakening,
to a world strange,
yet not so,
for only bigger,
and once the wound heals,
better;
though it happens over and over again,
until self deception gone forever.
So many layers,
a multitude of awakenings,
a mercy the process slow.


Mirrors all around,
yet the reflection often not understood,
until the times comes when ready,
if not,
then too early can be a slide into further ruin,
to be unmask too soon can be a death indeed,
from which one may not recover.