ကဗ်ာေလးတစ္ပုဒ္

ေဆာင္းရင္ကြဲရဲ့ မနက္မွာ

ေမာဟမႈန္မႈန္ေတြ သယ္ပိုးရင္း

စိတ္စာရြက္မွာ ကဗ်ာတစ္ပုဒ္ေရးခဲ့ဖူးတယ္။

 

အစည္းအေႏွာင္မရွိတဲ့

စိတ္ရဲ့ေဘာင္မွာ

သူ႔အေၾကာင္းေတြျပည့္ေနခဲ့တယ္။

 

တေလာကလံုး ၀င္းလင္းေနေပမယ့္

ကိုယ္တစ္ေယာက္တည္း

အေမွာင္တိုက္သြင္းခံရခ်ိန္ေတြ . . .

အႏၶေတြ ျခံဳခိုတိုက္လုိ႔

စကားလံုးေတြ အလဲလဲအၿပိဳၿပိဳ။

 

ပန္းေတြကို ေလာင္စာလုပ္ၿပီး

အိပ္မက္ေတြ တစ္ေလွႀကီးကို

မီးေလာင္တိုက္သြင္းၾကည့္ဖူးတယ္။

မရွိျခင္းေတြမ်ား ခ်မ္းသာလာမလားလို႔။

 

ဘယ္အရပ္က ၾကည့္ၾကည့္

ကိုယ့္ကိုယ္ကို ဘယ္တုန္းကမွ မေတြ႔ခဲ့ဘူး။

ဘယ္တုန္းကမွ မရွိခဲ့တာ။

 

စိတ္ကူးေတြ ကေယာက္ကယက္နဲ႔

ကိုယ့္ကမၻာမွာ

ကိုယ္တစ္ေယာက္တည္းနဲ႔ရႈပ္ေထြးေနခဲ့ . . . . .

 

ကဗ်ာမွာ စိုက္ပ်ိဳးခဲ့တဲ့

အၾကည့္အျပံဳးတစ္စံုကို

အျပင္မွာ တကယ္ေတြ႔ရတဲ့ေန႔ . . .

ေသမေလာက္ခံစားရတယ္ ။           ။

(bs)

Rememberance for 19 December 2008, Among the clouds.

Just a Poem . . . Just a Poem . . . Yes, everything was (will be) just a POEM !

HoMe sWEEt hOmE !!!

Start:	Dec 25, '08 07:00a
End:	Jan 4, '09
Location:	ygn

I'll go back to my home town during my X'mas holidays !!!!!!!!!!
Horayyyyy Horayyyyy it's holi holiday !!!!!!!!!!!

ပုန္ကန္မႈမ်ားအေၾကာင္း . . . .

လက္ခုပ္ဆိုတာ ႏွစ္ဖက္တီးမွ ျမည္တယ္ တဲ့။

လက္တစ္ဖက္တည္းနဲ႔ ေယာက္ယက္ခတ္ဆူညံေနတဲ့ ပလုတ္တုတ္ကို အဲဒီအေၾကာင္း သြားေျပာေပးေစခ်င္တယ္။

ပလုတ္တုတ္လိုပဲ တစ္ေယာက္တည္း ေယာက္ယက္ခတ္ တစ္ဖက္သတ္ဆူညံတတ္သူမ်ားလည္း တိတ္ဆိတ္တတ္ၾကပါေစ။

ဘ၀က ေဟာင္းႏြမ္းစုတ္ျပတ္ေနတဲ့ ပိုစတာေပၚက မင္းသားမင္းသမီးပံုေတြလိုပဲ . . . လွေတာ့လွတယ္၊ ဒါေပမယ့္ ေဟာင္းႏြမ္းညစ္ထပ္ေနၿပီ။

ေပ်ာ္ပါတယ္လို႔ ေျပာေျပာၿပီး ငိုေနရတာကို ေပ်ာ္စရာေကာင္းတယ္လို႔ ထင္ခဲ့တာ တကယ္ေတာ့ ေပ်ာ္စရာမေကာင္းခဲ့ပါဘူး။

သူမ်ားအစြန္းနဲ႔လြတ္ေအာင္ေနတတ္ခ်င္ခဲ့ေတာ့ ကိုယ့္အစြန္းကို အထိတ္တလန္႔နဲ႔ အလိုလို အေျပးေရာက္သြားတတ္တယ္။

မွား၏ မွန္၏ ငါအလိုမရွိပါ။

သာမန္လူလိုမေနလို႔ ေလာကႀကီးရဲ့ အနားသတ္ေတြ က်ဥ္းမယ္ဆိုရင္လည္း က်ဥ္းသြားစမ္းပါေစ . . .

တစ္ကိုယ္ေနစာေလးကိုပဲ ေပ်ာ္ေပ်ာ္ႀကီး က်ယ္၀န္းလိုက္ပါ့မယ္။

ငါ ပုန္ကန္ ပါရေစ . . . . . . . . . . ။                                ။

(BS)

Who has ignored us?

While swimming with moon light,

Heard some pieces of soft laughter;

Glittering with stars

Future left us that far . . .

 

Picking up the broken lives,

Felt deep seeded pains;

Inhaling restless dusts by playful dogs,

The moon itself ignored us.

 

Counting down the rotten breezes,

Lost along with justice;

Just to survive, living with no fight.

The world itself ignored us.

 

Being a tiny drop of rain,

Jumped foolishly into too deep;

None is lead and followed by none.

We ourselves ignored us.

(BS)

Blind

Vision,

Width is lying in the emptiness.

Formally assumed

Today was a cloudy day.

 

Pool,

Depth is lying in the bitterness.

Curses fall upon us,

Mist was pretty thick today.

 

Peek,

Frequency lies in the mind.

Label always goes wrong,

I'm just a blind (not only for today).

(BS)

Battle in Seattle

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Movies
Genre:	Independent

The Movie I'm really hoping for !!!!!!
Lovvveee it !!!!
Be Brave (even if really scare) !!!!!!!!!!!!

Knife vs Grass

ဆာေလာင္ေနတဲ့ ၀ံပုေလြက သိုးအုပ္ထဲကို သိုးေရျခံဳၿပီး ၀င္ေနတယ္။ သူ႔အၾကံနဲ႔ သူေပါ့။

ဒါေပမယ့္ နည္းနည္းေလး ကံေခသြားတယ္။ ဆာေလာင္ေနတဲ့ သိုးေက်ာင္းသားက သတ္စားသင့္တဲ့ သိုးတစ္ေကာင္လို႔ ထင္ၿပီး သူ႔ကုိ ဓားနဲ႔ လာထိုးလိုက္တယ္။

(မက်န္းမာတဲ့ သိုးတစ္ေကာင္လို႔ ထင္ၿပီး ျမက္ႏုႏုေလးေတြ လာေကၽြးမွာထက္စာရင္ေတာ့ ေတာ္ပါေသးတယ္။ ဓားနဲ႔သာ အထိုးခံလိုက္ပါ ၀ံပုေလြရယ္။ ျမက္ကိုေတာ့မစားပါနဲ႔။)

 

တာရာမင္းေ၀

 

Flame of Faith

Echoing with mocking words;

If souls are encoded,

Glance will be interpreted as challenge.

Gonna fly against that sky !!!

 

Mosses; evil deeded mosses;

Never blame for the existence,

By keeping my flame of faith,

Gonna swim cross that ocean !!!

 

Repeating the thoughts from

Jack London's "A Piece Of Steak",

Tide so called time will go on and on,

Just need a bit courage (for myself)

In order to face with fail . . . 

 

Blind my eyes ?

Can't stop my wings !

Crush my dream ?

Can't stop my swim !

I will keep going . . . . . . . . . .

(bs) 

စိတ္ကူး

ေန႔ခင္းအိပ္မက္တစ္ခုရဲ့

အန႔ံအရသာကင္းတဲ့

သစ္သီးတစ္လံုးျဖစ္တယ္။

 

စစ္ျပန္တပ္သားတစ္ေယာက္ရဲ့

ရုန္းမထြက္ႏိုင္တဲ့

ထင္ေယာင္ထင္မွား ေျခာက္ျခားမႈတစ္ခုျဖစ္တယ္။

 

ညာတတ္ကာစ ေဗဒင္ဆရာရဲ့

ပထမဆံုးေရးတဲ့

ေဟာစာတမ္း ေပရြက္တစ္ေစာင္ျဖစ္တယ္။

 

မႈန္သီသီ ႏို၀င္ဘာမွာ

မေမွ်ာ္လင့္ဘဲၾကားရတဲ့

ေလညင္းတိုးသံ သဲ့သဲ့ ျဖစ္တယ္။

 

နင္ဟာ

ငါ့အတြက္ . . . .။               ။

(BS)

ျခားနားျခင္း

စကားတစ္ခြန္းပဲတတ္တဲ့ ၾကက္တူေရြးတစ္ေကာင္လို

ေရရြတ္မႈေတြ အံေသလာတဲ့အခါ

၀တ္ရံုနက္ရဲ့ ေလွာ္တက္သံကို

ခပ္ပါးပါးေလး ကန္းတတ္လာတယ္။

 

တကယ္တမ္း သခ်ၤဳ ိင္းေျမမွာ ရပ္ၾကည့္မိေတာ့

အသက္ရွဴေနရတာက

တေစၦတစ္ေကာင္ထက္ ပိုေၾကာက္ဖို႔ ေကာင္းတယ္။

 

ျမဴဆိုင္းေနတဲ့ ရွင္သန္မႈရဲ့

ေရွ႔ျဖစ္ေတြအတြက္ေတာ့

ဆုေတာင္းေတြက ကေသာင္းကနင္းႏိုင္လြန္းပါရဲ့။

(BS)

 

Hollow

The lips trap into spasm

When face to face with my ego

'Cos I tried to smile.

I watched the beauty of light

Of the colorful neon restaurant.

Real restaurant and it's image upon the lake.

The later is my preferred.

What difference with life !!!

Bitter reality and Romantic imaginary . . . . .

Sometimes, I fly

I fly during riding the car

During singing a song

During meditation

Yeah, I do fly.

But at last, I just reach the place I've been.

Escape is not that easy word to spell.

How many days I've been humming that rhymes,

What have embedded underneath the songs,

The way I've been running after you,

You will never know.

Ask me !

I'll say, "It's Ok."

Stop there ! as usual !

And lets rewind the past, shall we ?

Just like my teenage years,

What I can’t get is what I really want . . .

I'm desperately sick of using words.

Why can't you understand just with the mind?

Again,

"Let by gone. Be by gone."

(BS)

Disappeared . . .

While making sure I was breathing,

I saw the sparkling of the stars . . .

In the middle of sunny day.

 

While trying to prove there is no theory to life,

Half of the brain is burning . . .

Under the mess of phony memory.

 

While finding the truth to my existance,

Lately know that there is no treatment . . .

Among the words of environment.

(BS)

Truth

Freedom is not what other people need to give us.
It is just the thing in our mind.
Previously, I used to think that other people need to give the so called freedom or need to respect my freedom.
I was wrong.
Now I realize and understand that freedom is within me.
People may treat us in the way they have learned.
What important is our response and our perception.
Perception should be neither pessimist nor optimist, should have no bias.
Just accepting the truth.
Just accepting the truth.
Just accepting the truth.
Truth is all what we need to face, dare to face and challenge to face.

Just Remembering Moments

That was not a cloudy day,

Life pushes passions so far away,

Rain; what is heavy inside hearts,

Hut, by the lake is so dark.

 

Swear to come to near you,

Imagine how my songs are so blue,

Cry; music of souls beyond bears,

Street, by the lake is no more near.

 

Whispering a familiar word,

None is responsible for that fault,

Days; notes running to and fro,

Memories, by the lake is never grow old.

(BS)

growing . . .

Sailing against the tide,

Life is not easy,

A tiny ship;

I just forget to take the paddle.

 

Going up high,

Life is not easy,

An ugly kite;

I just forget to bring the wings.

 

Dropping down abruptly,

Life is not easy,

An old leaf;

I just forget to hug you goodbye.

(BS)

Day Thoughts

I get the habit of watching vapour from the morning coffee. . .

Just gazing them . . . are they happy of being vapour ? . . . do they also have the taste of coffee ?

Counting the crows flying in front of me . . .

These days, I repeatedly listen to the same songs, not to lost the memories . . . On the other side, remind myself  *Don't hang on, nothing last forever but the earth and the sky . . . * , song of Dust in the wind, repeatedly too . . .

Sometimes, smile bloom abruptly and Sometimes, tears flow . . .

When dream and wish mix together, the choices become blur . . .

Promises, I breach too many promises . . . People mad at me ?

Some said I'm doing what I want, Some said I were thinking as I'm the only one person in the world, so and so . . . I care none . . .

Dream big, work hard, eat much and adore love; I bet it isn't the life meant for . . .

Ok, take a bundle and go to the jungle, none can guarantee me for finding being me . . .

Now, I know how strong the effect of curse if I put it on myself . . .

(BS)

aLoNe iNsiDe tHe dArKnesS of pAiN

Humming along with the feeling of vacantly occupied,

Note from the decoded mind was found.

Pain dance along with the sighs,

Is there any other way to survive ?

 

Insecure?

Being trapped is safer than being a victim.

You may understand well.

Life is just a dictionary with no explanation,

Sometimes, fate is the one who burns expectation.

 

Screaming from the heart,

But hurt all senses about to burst.

Being tortured by the mind,

Tears have already dried from my eyes.

(bs)

Castle in the Sky

Ya know,
I'm sewing a flower bag for U.
You may need to wait for me,
'Cos I'll fill that bag with Legend of Moonlight.

Sometimes,
I just enjoy watching the fools
Who are collecting moment loosing things.
Hate me or hate me not,
I'll meet you at gate of God.

Last night,
I found myself in the middle of summer light.
Running against from the rebels,
I can't kneel me as a rebel.

Just like a child;
Cross my heart and wish to die,
We just need to close our eyes
While days are opening their lies.

Will you smile,
If I say I don't know how to deny
From the songs you are humming;
As I fantasying in divine ?

(BS)

My Time . . .

Passion was the bead

Which dropped from my hands while I was praying . . .

Days come and go

But faith always says no . . .

 

Victim is someone

Who use to bitterly spell the word justice . . .

As I was late,

I could never be escape . . .

 

Sometimes,

Being me is bothering me . . .

Smile, smile and smile

'Till the day all the hope spoil . . .

 

Bell for me will be tolled one day . . .

An ordinary day . . .

(BS)

အံမ၀င္ေသာ ကံတရားမ်ား

ဘယ္ျပာပုံကုိမွ ငါ၀င္မတိုးခဲ့ပါဘူး

ကိုယ့္ကိုကိုယ္ မီးေလာင္တိုက္သြင္းၿပီး မြဲခဲ့သူပါ။

လြမ္းတယ္လို႔ ခဏခဏညည္းလြန္းလို႔

ခိုေရာင္ေပါက္ေနတာလည္းျဖစ္ႏိုင္ပါတယ္။

 

ဒီတစ္ပြဲေတာ့ ႏိုင္ေအာင္ႏႊဲမယ္လို႔ အားခဲတဲ့အခါမွ

အခ်ိန္ေတြ အတြက္လြဲခဲ့သူရယ္ပါ။

ကိုယ့္ရင္ကိုစိုက္မယ့္ ျမားတစ္လက္ရဲ့ အတိမ္အနက္ကို

ငါ မတြက္တတ္ခဲ့ပါဘူး။

 

လွည္းဘီးအိုႀကီးလို

တစ္လိမ့္ခ်င္း လိမ့္ေနပါတယ္။

ဒီလမ္းေတြကို ေလွ်ာက္ေနတုန္းမွာ

ကိုယ့္ကုိကိုယ္မုန္းရတာ အပင္ပန္းဆံုးပဲ။

 

ေဗဒင္ေတြေမးၾကည့္ေတာ့

ငါ့ရဲ့ ကံ ကဖုန္နည္းနည္း ထေနတယ္တဲ့။

ေဗဒင္ဆရာကို ငါ တေယာထိုးျပခဲ့တယ္။

ေနပါေစ။

 

အသည္းကြဲတယ္ဆိုတာ ကဗ်ာတစ္ပုဒ္ထက္မပိုပါဘူးတဲ့။

ဘယ္သူေျပာလဲ ?

ျပကၡဒိန္ေတြေတာင္ မူးေၾကာင္ေၾကာင္နဲ႔ အလဲလဲအကြဲကြဲျဖစ္လို႔။

 

ဘာပဲျဖစ္ျဖစ္ေလ . . . . .

ငါေပ်ာ္ေအာင္ေနပါ့မယ္။

(BS)

Horton

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Movies
Genre:	Animation

The message is clear. "A person is a person, no matter how small"
Reason i luv dis movie is not only the story and the message but for *Horton*
*Horton* reminds me my beloved friend *Sin Pauk*
Anyway, very Cute movie :)

Alvin and the Chipmunks

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Movies
Genre:	Animation

The animation movie I love most after Ice Age :P
Sooo cute
It's kind of childish but I even wanna cry as i love that 3 chipmunks :D
I Love it !!!!!

On da Web: of my Organization

http://www.medecinsdumonde.org/gb/content/view/full/4105/(offset)/30
While I was working at Khon Chan Gone in Emergency team of Our Organization

Truth

Optimism is also still far from seeing the truth.

(BS)

eMotiOnaLLy dUmB

Leaving with no Goodbye,

Time was late to deny.

Saying blurry, "Everything will be fine",

My mind is just the one sinfully lie.

 

Corps with no grave . . .

Burials outside the cemetery . . .

Funerals with no tears . . .

Dumb of my EmOtioN !

 

Haunted by the nightmares,

I dare not even stare at the people.

Angels,

How many days I have left to live for a life ? ? ? ? ?

 

Creeping

After finding the things I couldn't get,

I found myself among the damp of depressed . . .

However others pressured me,

I will never mourn !

 

Still refusing to accept the truth,

I dare not turn the back on you . . .

Curses bleeding my mind and

Tearing apart my hope,

I will never beg for help.

 

Tense of my heart controls

Not to shed the tears of "Reaping".

What are they waiting for ?

I will never turn away . . .

 

I will be creeping to win my vows . . .

(BS)

I @ my home

Went to 5 monestries during Water Festival . . .
No friends No fun :D
Stick at home and couch potato . . .

@ my home town

Start:	Apr 11, '08 10:00a
End:	Apr 17, '08

Every breathe i take is really fresh
Every food i eat is very yammy :P
I'm with my mom and dad :D
I'm so PeaCefuL in my Home town . . . . . .

ေက်ာက္တံုးေပၚ တင္အေသြးခံရတဲ႕ဓါးလို ငါလည္း အစားခံေနရခ်ိန္ . . .

အဂၤါဆိုတဲ႕ ေန႕တစ္ေန႕က
ငါ႕ကို အကုန္ယူသြားတယ္။

ငါ႕မွာ..တစ္ေယာက္ထဲ ၿဖစ္ေနရတဲ႕ အထဲ
ေ၀ါကနဲ ေပ်ာက္ဆံုး လိုက္ရ။

ဘယ္ေဆာင္းဥတုကမွ
လက္သင္႕မခံတဲ႕ ဆီးႏွင္းတစ္စက္လို
ေႏြရာသီေတြဆီ လွည္႕ထြက္ခဲ႕ရ။

အရွင္လတ္လတ္ လြမ္းလိုက္ရတာ
ဘာနဲ႕မွကို မတူေတာ႕ဘူး
မပြင္႕ဘဲ ဖူးခဲ႕ရတဲ႕ ေကာင္မို႕
...
ေမွာင္တယ္။

လြမ္းလြမ္းဆြတ္ဆြတ္ ငါေတြးမိရဲ႕
ေက်ာက္တံုးေပၚ တင္အေသြးခံရတဲ႕ဓါးလို
ငါလည္း အစားခံေနရခ်ိန္..လို႕။

တာရာမင္းေ၀

Life is a never ending Interpretation

Life is a never ending interpretation . . .

Looking people's ways of talking, ways of behaving, and ways of looking, I have to interpret what they really mean.

Sometimes I misinterpret them and they interpreted me wrongly. At that times, the balance between me and people goes wrong.

Now, I'm too tired of doing this . . .

I feel myself as a clam who wanna stay inside its shell, who is so sensitive to touch with the air outside the shell . . . May be emotional inertia . . . It's been so long I've been far away from using my brain and challenging. Obedient makes me dump.

I also get the habit of "Ignore".

These days, I don't feel my existence . . .

(bs)

Escape

Confuse with the feeling of boredom and scare,

I dare not stare myself with that desperate hope.

Sticking to the unreliable trust,

Let my freedom burst . . .

 

I'm gonna shut the force of environment down,

Strolling along with the worthless wounds.

How many noons should I need to lit ?

Let myself burn with the light of moon . . .

(bs)

I am Legend

Rating:	★★★★
Category:	Movies
Genre:	Horror

It's been quite long that i've been far away from this kind of movies . . .
I feel like walking in the shoes of Neville . . . yeah it's sound kinda crazy . . . but one thing inside different from him is, "I trust in the God's Plan". In the other words, I just left my future in the hands of that big thing so called FATE.
Anyway, I like this movie.

Edge and Ego

Just an inch of move,

My ego is pushing me to the edge.

(bs)

 

The Last King Of Scotland

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Movies
Genre:	Other

My colleague gave this movie after telling that my dream is to work in Africa.
The story is based on the true people & event . . .
Sometimes, reality is worse than the imagination !

Ripping Mind

Eyes

Murmuring hidden cruel ethics,

Logic is Ripping my Mind.

 

Smiles

Shining with the sparkle of lies,

Cry is Ripping my Mind.

 

Kind

Dying with the hurt of ties,

 Mind is Ripping my Mind.

(BS)

My Swordhand is singing

Rating:	★★★★
Category:	Books
Genre:	Horror
Author:	Marcus Sedgwick

The kind of book I use to passion about :)
The lyrics of song the writer used is very cute ! It said about the dead man who let the lamp to his mother to tell about him. He told the lamp to tell his mom that he is going to marry a princess who is at the gate of heaven instead of telling he's dead. . . .
The story is just about the slaying of zombie (kind of :P )
Check it out if u love Horror :))))))))))))

တေစၧဆန္ေသာေန႔ရက္မ်ား . . .

ဒီအဆိပ္မီးခိုးေတြကို ရွဴရွိက္ၿပီး

ဘယ္အခ်ိန္အထိ အသက္ဆက္ေနရဦးမွာလဲ။

ေလကေတာ့ တသုန္သုန္တိုက္ေနပါတယ္၊

ပူေလာင္ေနတာကလြဲရင္ေပါ့ . . .

မ်က္လံုးေတြမွိတ္ၿပီး

“မွန္တယ္” ဆိုတဲ့ ေအာ္ဟစ္သံေတြၾကားကေန

ထြက္ေျပးဖို႔ ႀကိဳးစားၾကည့္တယ္။

ငါ့အတြက္ေတာ့

ေမွ်ာ္လင့္ခ်က္ဆိုတာ

အေရာင္မပါတဲ ေ၀၀ါး၀ါး အိပ္မက္ေတြရယ္ပါ။

ကိုယ့္ဒဏ္ရာကို

ကိုယ္တိုင္ေဆးကုရတာ

တခါတေလေတာ့လည္း တေစၧဆန္တယ္။

 (BS)

Bait

Running

'Till the shadow can't follow ?

Hollow Pains . . .

Why can't hear the lyrics of violin ?

 

Win-Win communication . . .

Gotta live on mind ?

Or Find what lies on heart ?

There will be no loser if the world sleep in Utopia.

 

Sculptured by bitter events,

No longer strong enough to grasp the hope.

Crawling to the point of break . . .

I'm the bait of my own mistake.

(BS)

Please Call Me by My True Names _ by Thich Nhat Hanh

Do not say that I'll depart tomorrow
because even today I still arrive.

Look deeply: I arrive in every second
to be a bud on a spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and cry,
In order to fear and hope.
The rhyme of my heart is the birth and death
of all that are alive.

I am the mayfly metamorphosing
on the surface of the river,
and I am the bird which, when spring comes,
arrives in time to eat the mayfly.

I am the frog swimming happily in the clear pond,
and I am also the grass-snake who,
approaching in silence feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
And I am the arms merchant,
selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

I am the twelve year old girl,
refugee on a small boat,
Who throws herself into the ocean
after being rape by a sea pirate.
And I am the pirate,
my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving.

I am a member of politburo,
with plenty of power in my hands,
And I am the man who has to pay
his "debt of blood" to my people,
dying slowly in a forced labor camp.

My job is like spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom in all walks of life.
My pain is like a river of tears,
so full it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and laugh at once,
So I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart can be left open,
the door of compassion.
                     
(Thich Nhat Hanh)