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POEM: The Burning Mask

Posted on April 15, 2021 by B Gourley

We like to think we see the soul,
but what we see is a flaming hole:

a burning mask of time on task
all coffee cup, no hidden flask

the smile that lies -- no lows all highs.
Who knows where ends the shrewd disguise?

5 thoughts on “POEM: The Burning Mask”

msjadeli on April 15, 2021 at 6:48 pm said:

For people with trust issues it’s even more difficult to discern. Clarissa Pinkola-Estes wrote a poem called, “The Wolf’s Eyelash” that talks about learning discernment.

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henhouselady on April 15, 2021 at 8:29 pm said:

Thank you or sharing this poem that holds a lot of truth. We all wear our burning masks from time to time.

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- B Gourley on April 15, 2021 at 8:52 pm said:
  
  Thanks
  
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magarisa on April 15, 2021 at 9:38 pm said:

Clever and concise!

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- B Gourley on April 15, 2021 at 9:48 pm said:
  
  Thanks.
  
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