This
poem was inspired by a line in one of Rumi's poems: "Tear off the mask.
Your face is glorious."
It resonated with me deeply and so
I had been pondering that idea; thinking about all the masks we wear to protect
ourselves, to keep ourselves from having to be too vulnerable in the world. We
basically walk through life playing a role, trading our authenticity for safety
and approval. We all do it, to some extent. Yet in doing so, we also create
distance between ourselves and others, even in the areas we don't want
distance. It's a cushion from the things we are afraid of, yes, but it cushions
us from all the beautiful things in life, too. We can't be truly seen with our
masks on, and we can't fully see anyone else. The view is obscured. We cannot
be fully loved and we cannot fully love anyone else. We are separated by these
masks. We allow fear to divide us.
With
these masks on, we can no longer even see ourselves. We get confused and
begin to lose sight of our true identities. Fear starts to rule our hearts and
our lives. We get comfortable hiding, opting to stay in the darkness as much as
possible. It feels more secure. Yet, we forget that our nature is light...that
we were born to shine brightly, to live wholly open-hearted, to breathe in and
out freely; pure, unadulterated love basking in the glow of life. Humans.
Being. When we get courageous enough to rip off the masks, to step out into the
light, we see ourselves (and everyone else) as we truly are. Absolutely
glorious!
"Arson" by Katarina Silva |
Radiate Love
by Jamie Burgess
We are dimming our light
with these masks.
Tucked away,
so neatly.
Protected.
Hiding,
chasing ghosts and shadows
in the darkness.
Losing touch
with our power.
Burning Daylight.
It is time.
To lift our faces
to the sun,
to watch the fear
turn to dust,
to step into
the fullness
of who we are.
Divinity
wrapped in skin.
With courage in our pockets,
and our hearts on our sleeves,
allowing ourselves,
finally,
to be seen,
we laugh.
we dance.
we dream.
And then comes
the night,
so full of magic.
We feel
stardust
coursing through our
veins,
and starlight
seeping from our
pores.
every
single
cell.
Radiating.
"Being Light" by Katarina Silva |
Jamie Burgess is a wild, creative, adventurous heart. She is a mama, writer, doula, tree hugger, star gazer, devourer of books, adorer of music, and photographer-in-the-making. Her heart’s desire is to encourage and inspire others with her art and life. She is committed to living with courage, daily, and following her heart, always. You can connect with her on both Facebook here and Instagram here.
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This.
ReplyDelete"Divinity
wrapped in skin"
Yes. Oh so very, very, yes.
Thank you!!