The transparence one sees in us
that we fashion or create 
or is created on our behalf
truth unmasked
motives so clear
comes from a place within our soul…
That part of unconscious identity threatened
with a lonely sentence of anonymity
Not born of dissonance
nor set free with guile
So afraid of allowing ourselves to know,
through another’s set of eyes
the lies that we tell ourselves to make us feel whole
Like an untarnished mirror we gaze
upon a tapestry woven into us
by the hands of the One who
set everything spinning
Sometimes we cannot accept what is seen,
so confounded how such honesty could be portrayed.
Yet, when we can settle down
quiet
we absorb the revelations slowly
feeling betrayed by our misguided sense of privacy.
That’s the conflict behind the scenes we tightrope
that simple discord between us all
being known
or
being lost
being found
or
being shown
So we recoil with the gleam of someone else’s understanding
reciting “Mirror, mirror”
and praying that no one
can really
see
Our imperfections, bruises, and scars
those pieces of our heart
a roadmap to our experience
and show us how we truly are
show others who we truly are
show because we’re not what we think we see
hiding behind our own transparency
6:48 am
23 February 2012
