Masks of Illusion…a poem

Can we see through the masks of our own illusion?
Are we willing to look?

Chances are we will see what we may not want to see,
it may be we see what we fear the most.
But in time we will grow used to seeing the reflection of our own
innocent vulnerable selves on this planet.

The masks will drop away
and the real human will emerge.
And dropping away that mask
of pretense, to be ‘some one’
in the world might just
give us the answer we need.

To return once more to our own innocence
might just be the saving grace of this planet,
these elements, this animal kingdom.

What incredible deeds we may do
for the sake of wearing an ill-fitting mask
that no longer serves the
kind of people we are growing into.

The true love a child feels for an animal
would ban those cruel and heartless,
meat curing, factory farms to non-existence
and each tender embrace of each animal
would be included in our prayers for humanity.

And we will care so deeply for the earth
because it is a mirror of our own tenderness
and our need to nourish ourselves and her,
a place for sanctuary, not gain.

We will honor the fire because it mirrors
the destructive energy we all hold inside ourselves
that we need to use sometimes with care
and the deepest of respect.

We will not dare to pollute the air and the winds
for fear it will contaminate our own lungs
and reflect back the damage we can cause
to the atmosphere that we are creating.

The waters of life would be purified as
we cleanse our own bodies,
thus never would one item of plastic,
non recyclable waste toxic accumulation
be discarded upon any beach or river bank,
lest we suffocate like a fish, a bird, wrapping
itself within threads of disused useless rubbish.

No loss of dignity,
no loss of power,
because power is itself,
the being who truly can adopt their vulnerability,
knowing it to be one of their greatest strengths.

Letting that mask fall and revealing
the true identity of the human race
takes one movement,
a deep surrender to their own story,
to their own heart ache,
to the love they once felt for ‘their’ true nature.

THE true nature.

Caroline Carey

About Caroline Carey

Caroline is an English Grandmother and an aspiring crone~elder, an author of four books, a speaker and innovative and creative teacher, offering her work via workshops and gatherings online as well as internationally. By adapting the religious education insisted on by her family, she was able to recognise her own innate connection to God/Spirit and has been on a spiritual path since childhood. She is a champion of music, dance and poetry as healing tools since she was four years old and developed an innate understanding of the soul’s journey, a connection to physical embodiment through movement, theatre and the creative arts. Her work is harmonious with nature. Her journey has manifested as her own personal training into eldership and crone-hood, carrying the wisdom needed for stability and balance in individuals, relationships, families and communities. Mothering her six, now adult, children, gave Caroline the art of play, creativity, story-telling and opened up the deep surrender and unconditional love that motherhood can bestow. Caroline has trained in many modalities of dance, therapeutic and spiritual teacher trainings since 1986. She is a writer who has published her autobiography and four other books about her spiritual work. Her latest book, 'Middle Earth Wisdom' will be published soon. She lives in UK with her husband Ben Cole, a film-maker, a director who works with men’s initiation groups. They often offer work together, incorporating dance, presentation and film. Caroline is: A mother and grandmother A writer and poet A dancer A spiritual life coach A catalyst for change She is available to you for guidance
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