#BareWindows

**What Lies Behind or Beyond The Bareness?I ponder- A Reflection on Veils of Vulnerability**

In rooms that once were dressed in splendor and delight,
Now stand stripped curtains, windows bare and bright.
Once shielded from the world, now laid so bare,
What lies behind or beyond the bareness there?

A veil of vulnerability, so thin and light,
Reveals the secrets of every heart, & all its might.
The windows, once a shield from prying eyes,
Now open wide, to let the truth arise.

The curtains, once a mask to hide our fears,
Now torn away, and all our tears appear.
The reflection of our souls, so pure and true,
Lies hidden now, behind the stripped windows, anew.

The world outside, so full of strife & pain,
Peeks in, and sees this bare beauty, again & again.
The nakedness of the rooms, so empty and so grand,
A testament to time & strength, that's found in the land.

In this realm, where light doth float in air,
Two symbols stand, in a
stark array,
As a paradox of life laid bare,
Curtain without windows, windows without shade.

In rooms with bare curtains, lives are exposed,
A paradox of windows without any cloak.
The world outside looks in, with no disguise,
A vulnerability that cannot be closed.

The curtainless windows, a symbol of trust,
A willingness to share, with no need to fuss.
But the world outside, with its prying eyes,
A threat to the privacy that lies.

The bare curtains, a sign of openness,
A willingness to be seen, with no pretence.
But the world outside, with its harsh light,
A danger to the soul, with no might.

Behind the bare curtain, a sanctuary unfolds,
A space for private reflection, where secrets unfold.
From worldly concerns, it separates with grace,
A haven for the heart, a place to find some space.

The curtain's gentle rustle whispers calm and peace,
As if the walls themselves were gently released.
The world outside recedes, and solitude reigns,
A shelter from life's storms, where the soul sustains.

In this private realm, the mind can roam and heal,
As thoughts and feelings, unrestrained, reveal.
The bare curtain guards the space with care,
A threshold to the self, where truth may share.

Within this sanctuary, the heart can breathe,
Unencumbered by the weight of others' glee.
The bare curtain shields from prying eyes,
A refuge from the world, where souls arise.

Oh the paradox of windows and curtains,
A delicate balance, with no certain features.
For in the openness of life, we find,
A vulnerability that is hard to bind.

**The Curtain Without Windows**

Oft do we veil our hearts in guise,
With curtains thick, we shun the skies.
Yet in this shroud, what truths we hide,
In shadows deep, our fears abide.

To cloak our soul in fabric so fine,
Is only but a jest, a fleeting line.
For vulnerability’s sweet embrace,
Doth grant us the strength to face our place.

Behind the veil, the whispers creep,
Of dreams unspoken, secrets deep.
In silence loud, our souls do yearn,
For light to pierce; for truth to burn.

**Windows Without Curtains**

Behold the window, wide
and clear,
A portal vast to all we fear.
With naught to shield from prying eyes,
Our naked selves in truth arise.

Yet here lies strength in open view,
To show the world what’s tried and true.
For every glance that meets our gaze,
Is but a chance to share our ways.

With every breath of honest air,
We shed the weight of
false despair.
To live...