The sun hides behind the clouds, too!

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The sun hides behind the clouds. And we see neither the light, nor do we feel the heat. The basic nature of the life giving force of the start is to shine. It still does but behind the clouds. But the sun keeps on shining!

I have to then, wonder... whether it is the sun that hides behind the clouds or the clouds that try to cover the sun? The clouds loom and swirl and hide anything they can cover. And then- in the next whiff of air- they blow away, and leave behind a clear, unmasked, bright day.

We do the same with our days, and our faces. We do the same with our hurts and our pains. We do the same with our deep inner feelings, and our shallow superficial looks!

We hide behind the mask of being happy when we are upset. And we wonder why no one can see that we are upset and hurt! We hide behind the mask of being strong and self sufficient and wonder why we are not nurtured and cared for! We hide behind the mask of being busy and wonder why we are alone. 

We hide? And the sun keeps on shining... 

We hide? And the clouds blow away...

We hide? And the skies become clear...

We hide? And the masks come off!!!!!

We think we will be safe if no one realises just how vulnerable and fragile we were in that moment. And then- the mask becomes our face. It becomes us. At least for a little while. 

We soon get tired of being strong. 

We soon get tired of carrying a persona that is not us.

And we take it off- and we find a clear, pristine lake of placidity, and peace in being who we are- at least for some time! Because even this is not who we are- are we? 

We must change from moment to moment and from persona to persons. We must grow. We must nourish our spirit to BE and to find itself. We must recognise that what we observe today- if we observe at all!, is simply one aspect of us that covers so many others that it takes on the role of the clouds trying to cover the sun. We forget that we are still shining, albeit behind a cover. The world cannot see the glory, not feel the warmth unless we constantly keep peeling off the layers. 

And we peel off one layer- only to see another one underneath. 

Life is a game- we must play several roles in it. Each has its own face. And must pass into the next phase to allow the spirit to grow. 

Life is the onion- which when peeled reveals several layers- each with its own cover. And which makes us cry, sometimes with a smile at the irony of it all! 

Each morning that I wake up and look at myself in the mirror, I find a person who is different from the one who went to bed in my body.

This woman must apply the lipstick well today because she needs to brighten up the day. And this day- she needs to just let herself float in the whiff of the perfume. No colour today. Another day- the sun appears too bright outside- so she must apply the proper sunscreen. What are all these? Masks? Are they not?

And they appear so real that appear to be us!