Hidden behind chosen front,
Veneer created for survival,
Thick, taut, cracked, hard, transparent, rough or shiny.
Glazing over and clouding,
Dimming and diminishing, Authentic Life.
Which face is real,
And which untrue,
Have we forgotten?
We need our fronts, tops, backs, and bottoms;
Places we live, work, eat, pray and play…
The concealing stories we tell.
A state of being maybe only death,
Could strip away?
Peeling back false nature…
(This is an expanded version of the poem “Conscious Gratitude” posted June 13 2016)
One day I looked out over the majestic body of water named, The Atlantic Ocean. Feeling very small, in comparison and lost in my own inadequate reverie, I asked myself and the sea, “What’s so special about this body called me?”
And the sea responding rightly, through the channel of my heart said, “Ahhh, you see me! Conscious awareness is your priceless human ability, though seeing past pain, a challenge, and finding gratitude, a choice. Stop now and readjust your vision.”
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