FACING THE FACE

not very nice 

Finding this face slap in front of you:

Scary?  Stubborn? Somehow

deadly - what? Just cross?

Just an expression, my friend:

a fleeting mood or moment.

Or not!

What if it’s one’s very own so-called self

going crazy, crook, lost any plot;

a glimpse of egoic Intention

blighted, blocked?

All it knew was how to be nice - polite.

to concede, adapt, comply

or at least avoid, excuse

if not endure/collude.

Ah me, 

what ugliness can be seen in a face 

- it’s mask and story.

A mirror image or reflection

full-on, without photoshop.

Feeding-back unsuspecting  evidence: a ghoulish rep.,

the thing we prefer not to see,

what with all this need to be nice.

 Look through and beyond,

quoth the maestros.

Conditioning of appearance

is so ingrained:

a fearborn obsession vastly ancient and ever-present - 

discerning the motivation via body-speke and expression,

 even if rejected and ignored; 

it stains, deforms the inner innocent

without a remotest give-away.

Did the childling have a clue?

The youngster imbued with

 well-meant misconceptions, 

subtle expectations and auto-beliefs.

Attraction and loveliness

something to make-happen,

utilise and take for granted

as if it wasn’t a loaded and temporary gift!

Reaction or Distraction didn’t

 undo it - just covered-up, repressing it into the archaic underworlds of the psyche

 - to be utterly forgotten.

Where did this vulnerability come from?

allowed, imposed or genetic,

even astrologically supposed! 

But, is that an excuse also?

when we are responsible for

our bodies and choices;

• whilst unknowing

 of who we really are.

How does a beautiful babe

morph to this feeble parody?  

Find something lovable, atleast!

Worthy, worthwhile.

——

…mayhap the way she inexorably adventures

seeking within and without,

hanging in and on, becoming

resilient;

…discovering little ones may need her,

that she has a Purpose;

even being woefully cherished

…mayhap being able laugh or play:

hold benevolence in her heart

however unaware.

The steepest, longest path

to reveal the eternal I

• and what love is.