you are weeping, you tremble, you sob, you sweat. numb, you can't run away. sweat, sob, tremble. you are scared. what are you terrified of? sleeping under an olive tree. you achieved your illumination.
voices, shadows. what could it possibly be ? don't believe, don't understand, don't see. you're losing control, that makes you scared. you achieved your illumination today.
the curtain has fallen, illusions broke down. voices, shadows are you, telling you stories of other places you see. sleeping under an olive tree. instead of illumination you've got a nightmare today. losing your illusions of possession.
domination and total control have been built for thousands years, have been built for your entire life.
this hiding turns into a nightmare to possess human beings, things, feelings, words, music, colors,...
your property was huge. all was just for rent, to use, to control the world and yourself. you were all the time in other's hands to dominate over...
over what? over who?
you seem too small to me, imprisoned in a crystal space. all that made you stronger terrified knowing you are nobody now. you've lost it all, you feel so small illumination took from you... buried you you've lost it all, you feel so small sleeping under an olive tree. the curtain has fallen, the show shall begin.