Veils
("Something or Other", 2023, original encaustic)
Veils
Veils get lifted all the time
Anytime we encounter truth
But they then fall back into place
The natural effect of gravity
Or whatever we call the force
That is opposed to the levity of truth.
For me this recently happened
Seeing a particularly fresh and joyful Turkish rug,
But it’s happened before in myriad ways,
From vivid dreams, to close brushes with Death,
From the satori of meditation to taking just the right dose
In just the right set and setting.
Truth may be a constant,
But our relationship to it is constantly changing.
Earth spinning and revolving around Sun
Comes to mind as an apt metaphor
All the more apt since it is also our actual condition,
If we take ourselves to be objects in time and space.
Veils support such illusions
Perhaps, and simply, because they give us something
Tangible, which without, leave us naked
Exposed for who we are,
Or more poignantly,
Who we aren’t.
(8/31/23)
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