how many do you wear?
do you even know that
you are wearing them?

can you see through all
the other masks?

or does it become a confusion
you cannot extricate yourself
from?

entertaining the thought
that you have many masks
is a beginning.

which ones bring you strength?
truth?
peace?
equanimity?

which ones pull you
deep into delusion?
lost in casting yourself as
a victim?

lost in hedonistic pleasure?
seemingly fun... but
at its core
suffering in another
mask....

chasing highs
never stopping
never going inward
never finding the silence

living in fear
attracting spirits
that feed off of fear.

how to climb out?

a practice lived with
great faith
a practice lived with
great doubt

great motivation
ensues

truth revealed
bliss realized.

I thought the storm was over
And the sun now shines on me
Why the sky is dark again?
Still, I am not free

I beg You, I pray
Why I have this kind of heart?
It is easy to be broken
My life was torn apart

This pain, these tears
Won't they  just stay away?
I did my best to be humane
Do I deserve to be this way?

Another rainy days here
So heavy downpour I see
Not the rain that I've learned to love
I don't know how it came to me

I am so tired, I am so weak
I don't know if I can stand still
The last string of hope in me
Has weakened and took my will

My God, help me to understand
I still don't know how and why
My life, my heart's now broken
Oh, rainy days, this is my cry!