Water Bottle

Am I the water in the bottle
or am I the bottle holding the water?

What do I see
through my prismatic bottle?

And what do others see
through their bottles?

Do I see colors and shapes
That aren’t really there?

Am I my beliefs, notions  and culture
or do these shroud who I really am?

Am I hiding under a mask of notions
Pretending that I’m my mask itself?

Are others covered with their own beliefs
and is my mask looking at other masks?

Is my culture veiling my eyes
to perceive masks as reality?

Are we all the same
under different covers?

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Since I see others through covers
I portray everyone different

The covers give all a unique identity
to pretend to be different than others

One day I’ll find a mirror
to see myself through my covers

I’ll uncover the veil over my eyes
And see others through their masks

One day I’ll start seeing clearly:
The water and the bottle

October 10, 2010             ,,,more