("The Aphasia mask won't let me explain, but I'm still the same person you knew before. I could use a smile now and then." Jim)
I:
We think we read faces and focus
on a people's eyes, "the windows
to the soul." But each mask speaks
a different language, and each mask
looks at us with a different set of eyes.
Sometimes faces and masks telegraph
identical messages, but their codes
and thoughts are protected behind eyes
too cloudy or hesitant or afraid
to join in this game of reading masks.
II:
We can never rip off the mask to see
the face behind the mask. Probably
we'd discover layers of masks covering
more faces and windows, and the soul
hides behind all the faces and eyes.
There are masks to relay smiles, others
for frowns, masks for laughter, masks
to mask tears and fear, and each one
with a pair of eyes that delivers separate
analysis of random, scrambled thoughts.
More faces and masks and eyes to read,
more winding jumbles and twists for
our eyes to unravel in one lifetime.
We beg for longer lives, for keener
minds, for more energy to dive deeper.
III:
Or perchance, souls have no faces, no masks,
no mysterious sets of eyes. Souls are energy
fields each of us leaves behind that powers
a new generation, thoroughfares for their
imaginations and dreams and music.
If you study eyes and you penetrate masks,
you might find the soul's song and poetry ,
another set of eyes presents a drama, while
a third might offer a full symphony,
and all souls starting a new chapter in life.
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