Harmony Hill…Where Mountains Meet Magic!

Authenticity…
Is it me?
Or am I hiding
In whom I please?

Is it worth
The price I pay
Just to be
A cast of clay,

For both of us
Not to know
The essence, the wonder
The being in my Soul?

Isn’t it lamentable
That we would rather see
My many masks
In lieu of me?

Shh..I hear a Voice beckoning
Be still.  I hear
a Voice beckoning
be real, be real, be real

Chris Rosenthal

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