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, born in 1960, grew up with a love for the wild, for nature, for animals and to dance. She wrote poetry and stories, created theater and explored the art of ritual of which she always held a fascination for. Not being of the academic type and being passionate about mystery, immagination and myth, she chose to spend her time alone with her many animals and the passion she had for ecstatic dance whether indoors or in nature. Her imagination was as wild as her life-style and by adapting the religious education insisted on by her family, she was able to recognise her own innate connection to Spirit and the spirit guides she became strongly connected to. Mothering her six, (now adult) children, Caroline has learnt the art of play, creativity, story telling and the deep surrender and unconditional love that motherhood bestows upon us.
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