Poems
Eye of the storm
I hold on to you
the only one
who does not disappear
from my ever changing mind
in this storm of impermanence
you are the eye
of the cyclone
calm and never changing
Picture painted by Ye Thu – Ngapali Beach, Myanmar
Divided mind
Sometimes I write poems in Burmese/Myanmar, because some things can only be expressed in that language. One of those poems that only made sense to write in Myanmar is “Divided mind”…
Linger
Your voice makes me
drown
and you entangle me
with your words
never straight
always hidden
you catch my thoughts
and make my mind
revolve around you
you make me linger
and you wrap me
around your finger
