The Masks

This is the excerpt for your very first post.

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