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.

All Afloat

On trays, bread Loafs

Supported by air, flat bottomed clouds float
On known-as solid lands, man strides
bodily walking, some Humanity flies like meteors

Before the ground waves like carpet suddenly
Before somebody falls in the crowd unexpectedly
Without prior warning, Where does emotion come from?


Qualified as man, Physically, so just float
let brains sink, the layers of magma gold-red
Through high prospect of civilization
Roam like clouds-
Let wilder aptitudes crawl in pitfall

Being supported by river, build boats!
Fathom the depths of life!

Significant Echoes on rainbow float,
Cosmic Infinity,
Curvy, unruly twisters theorize;


Flickering dim glows
A primitive lamp, lunacy burning,
Wild winds hated dirt and calmed down
The truth revealed to the prophets
Let them split

The lamp-lit knowledge of life in the dirt-filled cave
Facing every wall
May the flame calm!
May the dust fall!

When the flame dies, this knowledge forgotten mankind;
babies lose their toys
The blind can see now
Completely dark after all!

The sun opens the sky or closes it?
The flies fly
The kind settle
The bias forsaken
The path of the ancestors who found the mankind’s heart
Gloriously extinct

Ego claims the purpose of life
Ego floats on the arrogance of night

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