Cucumber Poem by Nyein Way(Maung Maung Thein)

darkness awaiting sound of biopsy of silence.books on roads.surreal mouths.popped eyes and big ears of elephant.
the doors.jim morrisom's dance on chair at canteen of ucla, usa.
life is a thinking web for morning's energy of innocent.orwellian farms.red shoes on gallery shows.hijacked births of truths in moving paticlea and waves, telling stories of academic umbrella.forests are sometimes noisy and sometimes silemt.you are now reading conceptual proliferation galaxies in north face and in northbears.language is dead.humans are dead.thebworld begins its firsts again in resilience of experienced and mature wisdom.the doors.the arts of hospital.sharing art of living.metta loving lindness. in conflicted mind alive with compassionate walks of life.god is dead.mornings are the best medicines for life.
a western movie on screen of mind.eho make it happen.rains on leaves of grasses.drawing faces as zen moves.
lions and cats in discussion of voyages.
nature in cultural truths.
open your eyelashes.
dream on.