Or What is that Masked Being?
Fear is insidious. It doesn’t show up when it enters. It hides disguised in the clothes of something else, behind the mask of another emotion.
Lately, for me it’s been hiding behind the mask of annoyance. This mask itself looks tall and oval-shaped, like the masks in a Greek chorus. It’s dark brown with ancient markings, faint dark-colored symbols on the front, like a giant, ancient shield. And fear, crouched down and brazen holds onto a metal piece on the back of the shield-mask, and hiding behind it, walks around inside my body, as…
Death, the undiscovered country from whose borders no traveler returns
(Hamlet, William Shakespeare.)
I am alone in a boat, a row boat, on a large body of water.
I am sitting in the boat with my hands on the oars.
I am rowing.
The water is deep blue.
The Seagulls cry.
And I cry
For I do not understand this world we all inhabit.
I have felt the energies swirling behind the scenes. I’ve heard and felt the powerful energies of existence break through the body carried by the vibrations of voice. I’ve seen the shock and the release of…
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