The Mask Of Existence Poem by Stavros Teneketzis

Rain falls
but it does not touch your hidden face.
The uncensored grimaces of your feelings
become lost in an elaborately etched ancient face mask.

Behind a sun united with the moon,
your eyes patiently await
the pleasure of an unknown mysterious redemption.
Radiating the mask that you project
reenacting the two heavenly bodies
adorned with gold and silver,
having a tiny slot in each,
they project vaguely
the mirrors of your soul.

Care-freely and with figures which dance through the air
overstepping the thread of lie
which you have very well changed.
The richness of the senses dances with you
and with her palpitates frantically
the query of the spectators to explore
the unknown vision behind the arrow of passion.
Your sinning soul
which looks like a masked hallucination
must be purified and must seek forgiveness
in the world of their own truth,
to give you the phantasmagorical security of their cell.
The charm of their ignorance,
will attract the anticipating snakes
to offer you the fruit of forgetfulness of your dreams,
undressing your personality
and destroying what you held beautiful for yourself.

There is no voice.
Only a cracked enigmatic smile for everyone.

Suddenly, the sun weeps.
With a magical curtsey
your silhouette disappears
in the faint lighting of the space.

At dawn the drops overshadow creation
and at midnight a half-moon unveils
in the sky the steps of your dancing,
depicting your shape as a shadow in a waking state,
primitive and prophetic of an Eastern fable.

The fake material identity has been lost
behind the mask of existence.
A sun was created which depicts you in a crowd
and a moon which hides deeply inside you, me.