All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood.

(Article 1 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights in Burmese)

No one shall be subjected to arbitrary arrest, detention or exile.

Article 9:

Those who have the kindness of benefit for others

For the sake of living beings, do not relax their powers.

Though these holy beings bear a heavy burden,

They never put it down and dwell in discouragement.

*the Great Chariot Sutra*

Burma is known as a golden land made of several ranges (or ‘Yoma’ in Burmese) where thousands of tribal memories, wisdoms, religions, cultures and beauties of plants and animals dwell. The rivers, all of them are indeed important to the people and other existences, snake through these beautiful mountainous regions and flow from the north to the south where Indian Ocean is. The peoples, Burma has 103 ethnics, all of them used to be really generous and all they knew was to give.

Since the modern day’s dictators have systematically destroyed, now the golden land is famous for its narcotic trades, refugees, migrant workers and various atrocities and sufferings.

One day, we’ll be free again and the land will be again famous for its beauty.

HUMANITY

born to need, we are,
poor conscience leads us to crime

humanity being deafened in cries an' threats
indifference throws us beautiful games to celebrate whatever we have

lust helps us to crave more
more than the law shall face;

love and we hate as we vibrate in communication
all fools be lured into that tunnel o' illusion

since its gate of blue
was crush-opened by our ancestors with their primitive tools
we save our treasures in history
we rule the earth as humanity
and complicate the shape o' nature to the great misery

we are - the author of this universe!

life being captured in the games
o' dream as reality tames
each theory of existence
appears in our head that
we crave in our heart if what we want be real at all
as empires rise and fall
we keep dreaming
searching for the theme of of universe
whether empty or full
whether eternity or momentary
whether you and me are...
just



(for Emma05)

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