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The Hallway of Masks
I journeyed to the hallway of masks -
To inspect the masks
In which I basked.
The phantom spaces in the eyes -
Told such stories
Of such lives.
Hanging like pieces of space -
Recalling the face
They replaced.
As elongated shadows in bloom
Superimpose & consume
The footsteps beneath my feet
In sounds of sands of time
In sights of rolling waves
Encompassing an eternal night
A magical constellation
Replacing all visions of doom
* * *
The times you were alive
Are beautiful, eternal, and alive
In the heart that is alive
In the mind that is alive
Sanctified
Published 25th May 2021
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25th May 2021 9:52am
I read your words, and my experience weaves in with my understanding of them. I know that happens when people read poems. The words to respond are so hard to find, I don't know how you do it, but I am here.
26th May 2021 7:46am
Anything you could possibly say would be of the highest value to me and deeply appreciated. You have an acute and profoundly informed perspective which edifies those that experience it.
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26th May 2021 7:50am
R
I like the connections you make. Masks are indeed fascinating. I think even our biology and actual physical appearance are masks, and of course, every sociological and pyschological artifice and attribute, as we are purely consciousness at the end of things. Such questions and marvelous meditations that arise from this realization. And what if this consciousness, that we are, is universal.?.
Greetings exchanged, by the wounded healers who walk through fires...
C
I like the connections you make. Masks are indeed fascinating. I think even our biology and actual physical appearance are masks, and of course, every sociological and pyschological artifice and attribute, as we are purely consciousness at the end of things. Such questions and marvelous meditations that arise from this realization. And what if this consciousness, that we are, is universal.?.
Greetings exchanged, by the wounded healers who walk through fires...
C
