When we’re born, we still have our original face;
We haven’t been given an identity;
We don’t know that we’re separate from everything else.
Our indoctrinators give us a name;
And then set up our false identity;
Over time we think that’s who we are;
We develop humanity’s version of Stockholm Syndrome.
Deep inside we know it’s a mask;
Our original face weeps to be known;
Without the tools it constantly eludes us;
This causes untold suffering;
It constantly disappears as we try to see;
The harder we try, the worse it gets.
Until we sit still….
In stillness the clouds part;
And finally we get to realise;
Our original face is where we’re looking from.