Where sun meets soil, the tale begins,
Of calloused hands and quiet wins.
The plow’s slow rhythm, the earth’s embrace,
A farmer’s hymn in time and space.
The corn grows tall, a golden sea,
Bowing to wind’s soft melody.
Each stalk a promise, each field a vow,
The fruit of sweat, the labor of now.
......
In the Early Morning
In the early morning
I wake up from sleep
when the dark still crawls near
the misty horizon.
I sharpen my big sword,
strong and bright.
......
Aung San Suu Kyi: My Dark Mother
For you the rivers
wait an endless wait
For you new leaves wait
in the ancient seeds of lullaby
For you the sun waits
in front of a baby-earth
I see everything, while floating
......
IN SEARCH OF HOME
I descend into the tunnel,
spiral darkness on the way.
Stripped fears turn
to romances of adventure.
White candles burn
in the tiger’s yellow eyes.
Shaken-off
......
Where sun meets soil, the tale begins,
Of calloused hands and quiet wins.
The plow’s slow rhythm, the earth’s embrace,
A farmer’s hymn in time and space.
The corn grows tall, a golden sea,
Bowing to wind’s soft melody.
Each stalk a promise, each field a vow,
The fruit of sweat, the labor of now.
......
In the Early Morning
In the early morning
I wake up from sleep
when the dark still crawls near
the misty horizon.
I sharpen my big sword,
strong and bright.
......
IN SEARCH OF HOME
I descend into the tunnel,
spiral darkness on the way.
Stripped fears turn
to romances of adventure.
White candles burn
in the tiger’s yellow eyes.
Shaken-off
......
Aung San Suu Kyi: My Dark Mother
For you the rivers
wait an endless wait
For you new leaves wait
in the ancient seeds of lullaby
For you the sun waits
in front of a baby-earth
I see everything, while floating
......