Masked Intent
The mask we wear, belied by hidden fears,
self-deception, feeling not emotion,
thereby prolonging torture that pain spears.
Plunging headlong into each sensation,
nonchalant eye grants us liberation.
Unfettered presence, thus free and unbound,
transmutes dark dungeons into holy ground,
ecstatic with bliss, moment to moment,
sensing within heart, loving divine sound,
form ignited, countenance radiant.
22-March-2021
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