Koan On The Very First Smile In Life Poem by Nyein Way(Maung Maung Thein)

raindrops continuing nonstop.winter. leaves fall.summertime fruits.spring poetry as sunny brushwork.
tokyo lowest temperature 20 degree celcius and highest degree 30 degree celcius.miseries carry away seasonal dynamics of nature.trajectories of life music.never ever bow down.failures are steps to victory.vital signs are relational truths of beings and becomings.chaotic windows play cards of multiverse in puzzles of nature in marvellous open secrets.sky-choreography in time of innovative decency in origin of darkness.colourful gourd painted by aeons of nature.rainbow body in highest purity of transcendal truths and alchemical nature of mind-body pier.bidding labour of. a young street vendor up into the space of skycrapper in megacity's cloud overarching earth.tennis ball within the rules of tennis court and strokes of utopian hands.kitch is materiality greener to simple narratives told by generational tradition.live in the present moment.momentary loop-hole of interactional subtlity in terms of heated questions posed by culture of life and environmental nature of culture in motion.changes.impermanence.dragging reality in merging particles and quarks in muliverse of poetry and imaginative-deconstructive worlds.have you ever seen a red sparrow in your encounter with mature? ? ? sitting alone as meditative poem of mind in thoughtlessness of being in silence zone.
draw a picture of blue kite over grand canyon mountains of Arizona.
no-thought-no-thinking space of the new quietness.
mending walls in trending reality moved and transformed and trascentalized.
geographical and geological awareness of organic grammar of beings in becoming zone of humanity.
bracketed existentialities.
wind blows as wind.
light travels as light.
eyes on intersectonal line of pacific ocean and blue sky.
days of youth.
days of aging.
days of viruses.
resilience is wisdom of encountered lives in human condition.
golden himalayyas.
still rivers speak timelessness.
tao-ed waves in electromagnetic formations of life forms.
poetry is my education of breaths.
there is a little bird unnamed with strange form, line and colour of the oceaned wood floating through ages.
the life.