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.


This is me!
To find myself- Trying
Myself? To find
The very thing being me this ‘self’
Projecting my look – ugly or blessed
This is me
An ego-centre
Of the phenomena of my existence
Am I my friend?
Am I my oppressor?
Am I my foolishness?
Am I to let myself down?

Beauty within?
Who’d guess what exist beneath my skins?
Is the core my heart or my stomach?
A black hole controls its galaxy
Just naturally

Space and mind and the matters travelling in
Grace and rhymes in the nature,
Waves in rhythms of infinite will netting with craves
The gravity that keeps
Catching the living things like myself and build
The structure of fabrication of existence
Lace its beauty, maze its art
Finest infinity of darkness impermeable, impenetrable
By light

Gaze with my whole heart at the universe as I love to
And I can see all as far as my eyes can reach
Maybe that’s just as far as the lights can reach me
From the stars at war for their greedy galaxies

Our Milky Way mightn’t be so harsh
As letting us live at far from its centre
And without too much crushing time
We shall tolerate little quake and little blindness in darker space

And I feel the star dusts passing through me
When I like to notice, I know my tininess that I don’t need
To substitute with pretending denial
Eroded by desires
As aging to be somewhere I’d like to be
I’ll become some dark matters for what
I couldn’t do with human capability
One day
As a half of me cremated and made into some light
To be sent away
To fight
The darkness
Beings you and me
Swinging with the earth
Rushing around the sun like a Peking duck
Are we lucky to be mankind?

Like no killing? Then don’t exist
This universe is for life to battle with
Very demanding survivability;
As working hard is just for living,
And learning hard is just to achieve higher ground
To be light enough to be pulled down by the gravity from the black hole;
To know is which way the spirituality would lead
By the meaning of a belief that is for afterlife

As too much to know
And too high where the real top really is,
Too difficult not to be grounded
Although the wind is strong enough in the egocentric pride;
Anyway, I’m older than yesterday I was
So I know better than just to fail you might have thought
But this is for you too
Why would you need it?

Why would I need it?
Letting down myself like a bird dies during flight?
Guessing how the end might be without doing just right
Mission smoky
Fire might be early, Rain might be late
Ashes to fade away in blood
Before I could appreciate the theory of everything genuinely in my blood
Before I could find myself in my heart
The chilling wind might have taken my last breath
To a darkest corner of time

Perhaps some light from the wider outer sky
Penetrating, reaching deep enough, into the tiny space my inner sky
Waste this lifetime, ought not be, mustn't be
Stormy sky blowing the rolling waves, bases just being built, just being destroyed...
Knowledge light an' knowledge cloud
Knowledge guide an' knowledge doubt
Sought my heart, they have; yet
Have I prepared all the windows to welcome these mornings
And my ears listening the songs of the sages who sought their own flights?

I don’t know how many losers like me write blogs and surfing on nonsense right now... LOL


Two decades passed
Walking in the Political rain
My brain awash
Torrents rushing down their voices into my ears
I ran like a stick insect camouflaged
Neatly nicely alone my own
What does my heart hear?

The same again the same ashamed
The sky now doesn't care anymore about their game
As with the feather clouds hypocrisy flies
Above the sandy dunes it pours as it claims
It would make a forest for the maimed ...

Whence the storm enjoying
The vapours from stolen enrichments
The hours reaching midnight as the clock is red
Common sense an' moral under its bed dare not raise their ears
As they know what they shouldn't hear...


Class 213 - Burmese in Thailand

  1. Right brain functions
  2. Uses feeling
  3. "big picture" oriented
  4. Imagination rules
  5. Symbols and images
  6. Present and future
  7. Philosophy; religion
  8. Can "get it" (i.e. Meaning)
  9. Believes
  10. Appreciates
  11. Spatial perception
  12. Knows object function
  13. Fantasy based
  14. Presents possibilities
  15. Impetuous
  16. Risk taking

Yeah! The scientists are right! 

The baby has the symbol of infinity. 

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