We were once our own true self during the conception in our mother’s womb
Until we came to the world
And a mask was put on us
They said this is our mask, our name
Then we live with the mask for our life
On the day of our death
The mask fallen off
It is left there, or somebody will pick it up to reuse it.
We then return to our true self
Living in a contemplation in our mother earth’s tomb.
Dili, March 2018