Masks by Omar
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Breathe through your mask.
What kind of mask, asked Z, It is hand-carved from tribal forest memories, said Devina.
Yes, said Zeynep, It is a manifestation of archetypal symbols in ancient cultures. It is a shamanic ritual, a dance trance. When you put on the mask you become the thing you fear the most, your deepest darkest shadow. You evolve your essential human nature. You communicate on new levels of prescient awareness. A mask conforms to the context of a social situation, like maintaining physical distance avoiding C-19.
I thought Tran was in charge of symbols and gongs in temples of furious percussion, said Rita.
Yes, said Z, I was only mentioning ideas and Form.
It’s ok, said Tran. Everyone dances with Death wearing masks of formless form.
Does this mean I will evolve my dynamic ability to scheme and deceive, asked Leo. In life’s jungle it is survival instinct all or nothing.
I trust you will develop infinite compassion with love, said Devina. Transmit this as WE are a highly evolved form of human intelligence.
Do you remember James Joyce, how he went into exile with silence and cunning, said Omar.
Yes. He struggled to put seven little words in order. He was a cunning linguist. Women love a cunning linguist.
Ask Tam, she’ll tell you how her little button in her rose works, how it requires soft attention with a gentle tactile tongue, said Rita.
This ability to scheme and deceive with cunning is instinctual behavior. It separates you from lesser life forms like apes, plankton and sea enemies like anemone fish-eating animals and androgynous androids in your deep unconscious, said Z.
You are a clown fish. Not all the clowns are in the circus, be light about it, said Omar, taking a page out of his book, folding it into an origami crane and releasing it across raked sand to a Zen temple.
Zen - The art of seeing.
Orphan. Amputee. Genius. Artist. Facilitator. Dreamer. Solidified particles hold their space. Storyteller.
Look in your dream mask mirror. Hello Truth & Beauty, said Mirror.
I’m a shark, I never sleep, I will die if I go back. I go forward, said Tran.
Be less write brain. Be your skin drum music. Sincere.
