The loss of credibility
Through actions of our own
Can bring shame upon us,
Behavior we claim or disown.
The thunderous crash of ego,
Flashing with false integrity,
Tidal waves of self-importance
Are flooded with human debris.
The loss of face can haunt us,
Limiting ones ability to transform,
Unless we work to lose the masks
That cause the ego’s shameful storm.
Desire will hold the door open,
Humility welcomes us inside,
Change is always an option,
When we drop the masks of pride.
Losing the face of presence
And owning a state of grace
Allows us to become our visions,
Being our truths without disgrace.
Support: Encaustic paper
Tools: hot plate, iron, hot air gun
Medium: colored wax, clear beeswax and powder