The Witness: Why do you cry?
The Face: Because, I see.
The Witness: What do you see?
:: The Face stares back for a time where The Witness thought to itself ‘until Kingdom-Come, when will it speak?” The Face’s eyes weld up with the deepest sorrow yet the greatest joy with a mouth closed and an unbreakable silence. Then, The Face let out a heavy sigh. ::
The Face: I am a Seer
My eyes pour
So, my third eye may shine
It is the diamond of my mind
Dripping down from the center-to-the-center
Into a dewy pastel place of pale blues, greens, teals and pinks
Entering into the richest purples
I am not alone…because, You, The Viewer sees
You too are The Seer with eyes that pours like a prismatic liquid rain
The Viewer: I couldn’t make out what you were trying to say, at first. When you were staring back at me as I defined all of your edges and making you more prominent in form. So you would eventually speak to me. And yes, I said “Eventually”— At least, it would and will happen than never.
The Face: I just wanted to protect you.
The Viewer: From whom?
The Face: You, my dear.
The Viewer: Why didn’t you just come talk to me. Now you seem to have a posed caring condescension in your tone.
The Witness: I am ready to listen to you, now.
The Face: At Last…
You have placed me upon your shelf as I collected dust and you even meshed me up with some prized junk
Just. like. a. leftover…
It is okay that you don’t always know what I am trying to say straight away
Such like Lovers need space in between their intimacy.
The Viewer: I want to know, I want to be aware.
The Witness: But, ‘Mono no aware.’
The Face: You also need to be in a space that is ready to receive me
I will indeed communicate my meaning and you may or may not be in a place to listen
You may pretend like you did not know
You’ve been ignoring me the second you were done with me
Look where my external body rests now
The Witness: How? I work with you almost every day, face to face, hand to hand and I get nothing. Just talk to me. What do I need to know? It’s so cruel. You make me work without acknowledgement to my heart…What about my mind or body?
The Viewer: Too many rules…
The Face: You are only ruled if you are blind
Taste with your ears
See with your tongue
Feel with your nose
Listen with your eyes
Breathe with your heart
The Witness: You’re saddened?
The Viewer: Why so…?
The Face: Perhaps it is tragic when
You have forgotten about you and me
We are one in the same, we are one
In your forgetfulness, you have forgotten how much I deeply-deeply-deeply love you
I handpicked everything about you
I knew just who you were, who you are and who you have yet to become
Your beauty surpasses all physicality
Your truth goes beyond into other beyonds
You are Love
Your purpose is to love
Your greatest obstacle is to Love yourself as if You were Me and I am You.
“The Face” by MMM
8″ x 10″ Acrylic Paint on Canvas, circa 2018