masks and measures
so.. after 45 ish years of ..
me hiding behind masks in order to measure up in to others
[the details as thick for me as they most likely are for you]
i find/found.. the pluralistic ignorant version of my plight, aka: i’m not the only one that feels this way.
so .. i set out to listen ..
the masks blur/dissolve within a more authentic/eudaimonious me..
freeing/disengaging attachment with others from all the measuring ness
Seeming is but a garment I wear
For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more.
I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.