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My Own Greenery
As long as we stay in closed rooms
And stiff coats, we were disguised;
But toward the end of winter the carnival
Helps us to play at disguise for a while.
For soon spring will remove all the masks
It wants a clear country, an honest garden;
Already a fully naked air leans on the basin
Where water waits for the shadows of spring.
We'll feel its body, full of sap, stretch,
But have we ever seen its face?
Barely adult, it never takes off
The mask of greenery it completes.
Moment between Masks is from Rainer Maria Rilke's collection of French poems translated by A. Poulin Jr. Rilke used nature to talk about human life. I wear many masks in the course of physical life while probing and experiencing the nature of my existence. I am many different selves, but only focus on one. The others blink in and out of my thoughts as I expand. Without effort I become another me, then another and yet another.
Like the seasons, my cells and molecules go through cycles of change and I am re-born with the dawn of a new day. Each day I use a mask that fits my current beliefs about me and this aspect of my journey. I never see my whole self stripped naked standing in front of a mirror, but I sense its presence. It swirls through me like the air that slaps the river and makes it smile. This innate consciousness is filled with every season, every year and all life. I accept it as a mystery for it is easier to justify my self that way. I feel safe in what I claim to be real. Real is a small room where I stand wearing a stiff coat and a full-length mask. But real is just one room in a house of multidimensional rooms.
The masks and the rooms and the other selves that are a part of my entity are like a garden filled with consciousness and I wander through the garden picking flowers of thought in order to express my focused self. My garden of masks and mental enzymes of consciousness are my creations and they are choices I experience without judgment, unless I become a judge using beliefs. The garden changes as I change and it grows the flowers I need to see and smell as well as pick, as I continue to expand. The masks eventually reveal themselves like a bud that becomes a rose.
My mask of greenery is filled with color and beauty and is never adult in its bloom. It’s completely filled with the sap of my own energy, which projects its magnificence in the vibration of color and becomes another me. I see the face of the garden as I sense the sap in me. The sap of consciousness stretches within me and I expand in awareness. I hear the sounds of my own nature and my shadow moves to another garden. I see the world changing within me as I catch a sunburst butterfly and know its beauty rests in me. No longer disguised, I am real in the mask of my own greenery.
www.shortsleeves.net
http://halmanogue.blogspot.com/
And stiff coats, we were disguised;
But toward the end of winter the carnival
Helps us to play at disguise for a while.
For soon spring will remove all the masks
It wants a clear country, an honest garden;
Already a fully naked air leans on the basin
Where water waits for the shadows of spring.
We'll feel its body, full of sap, stretch,
But have we ever seen its face?
Barely adult, it never takes off
The mask of greenery it completes.
Moment between Masks is from Rainer Maria Rilke's collection of French poems translated by A. Poulin Jr. Rilke used nature to talk about human life. I wear many masks in the course of physical life while probing and experiencing the nature of my existence. I am many different selves, but only focus on one. The others blink in and out of my thoughts as I expand. Without effort I become another me, then another and yet another.
Like the seasons, my cells and molecules go through cycles of change and I am re-born with the dawn of a new day. Each day I use a mask that fits my current beliefs about me and this aspect of my journey. I never see my whole self stripped naked standing in front of a mirror, but I sense its presence. It swirls through me like the air that slaps the river and makes it smile. This innate consciousness is filled with every season, every year and all life. I accept it as a mystery for it is easier to justify my self that way. I feel safe in what I claim to be real. Real is a small room where I stand wearing a stiff coat and a full-length mask. But real is just one room in a house of multidimensional rooms.
The masks and the rooms and the other selves that are a part of my entity are like a garden filled with consciousness and I wander through the garden picking flowers of thought in order to express my focused self. My garden of masks and mental enzymes of consciousness are my creations and they are choices I experience without judgment, unless I become a judge using beliefs. The garden changes as I change and it grows the flowers I need to see and smell as well as pick, as I continue to expand. The masks eventually reveal themselves like a bud that becomes a rose.
My mask of greenery is filled with color and beauty and is never adult in its bloom. It’s completely filled with the sap of my own energy, which projects its magnificence in the vibration of color and becomes another me. I see the face of the garden as I sense the sap in me. The sap of consciousness stretches within me and I expand in awareness. I hear the sounds of my own nature and my shadow moves to another garden. I see the world changing within me as I catch a sunburst butterfly and know its beauty rests in me. No longer disguised, I am real in the mask of my own greenery.
www.shortsleeves.net
http://halmanogue.blogspot.com/
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