The Soul Behind the Face
The Face behind the mask
Every soul that enters the world, breathes, sighs, loves, works, plays and lives. Every soul needs a face to show the world. A face that bears a resemblance to his or her parents, his family, her race and his or her tribe, that shows is home and his unique place. Every face gets weary of its look and puts on its mask to appear better to the world. He or she wears his or her new face at the start of the day and removes it at the end of a long and busy day. The mask sometimes shatters when a person has the power to look through the mask and the face, while peering at the soul within. This is a gift for some and for others it may appear to be a sin. There is always a veil, that appears to be thin, delicate, sensitive, human skin.
Every soul is released at the end of the day, to wander, to dream, to imagine, to create, to love and to play. In its sleep the face does not exist, as the soul wanders in its hours of power and of grace. The soul is free to walk in realms unknown, to walk along hidden trails, that travellers and angels fear to tread. While its body lies in deep slumber in a cold and warm bed. The soul is free to roam, free from its human tomb, from the womb to the freedom, the sunlight, to the darkness and the gloom.
During the day, the soul, wears the face and the human face, wears its mask, as it steps out into the cold and frozen world to live, love, work and play for that whole miserable day. There are power struggles, engagements, deceptions, horseplay and interplay, to make a complete, relevant or irrelevant life in a day. The masks are worn as badges for the lives we have made, they are not adorned with gems, pearls or brocade. These masks transform the human flesh of the mortal face, until the cold mask, cannot be apprised from the flesh, blood and bones on the face. The mask, is fused to the face and the face is fused to the soul, they appear complete and whole. Yet, this is a lie, the mask is not the face and the face is not really the human immortal soul.
At the very end of a long and tiresome existence, where people are not who they appear to be, they are just wisps of smoke and souls that fly through the eternal gates of eternity. Have you discovered your real face, behind the mask and the real face of your hidden indiscoverable soul? Where does that human soul reside? The soul is like smoke that disappears when we search for it and it always finds a good place to run and hide. This life is for living it can be a calm and relaxing journey or it can be a great and fulfilling horse ride into the unknown that appears before us every day, as we live, work, love, grow and play.