You belong to me and I belong to you

Like petals of the same rose
Like stanzas of the same sonnet
Like parts in the same prose
Like lines in the same couplet
Like words for the same rhyme
You belong to me and
I belong to you

We happened to be in different places
We're born in different nations
We came into life in different time
But we are from the same sources and we are the same
You belong to me and
I belong to you

Like hands of the same clock
Like fingers of the same hand
Like hands from the same shoulder
Like pairs of the same trousers
Like wheels for the same bicycle
Like products from the same mould
Like crops from the same field
Like images from the same stamps
We are the same
We are together
We cry for the cries
We voice for the voiceless
We are poor with the poor
We are also rich with the rich

Like branches from the same tree
Like blades in the same scissors
Like feathers from the same wing
Like tips of the same star
Like faces of the same moon
Like planets of the same sun
Like pages from the same book
Like water of the same river
Like rain-drops from the same rain-clouds
We are from the same origin
We are for the same purpose
We are in the same boat
We are for the same struggle
We travel the same route
We research the same topic
We study the same subject

Like swords of the same samurai
Like patriots for the same people
Like warriors from the same warship
Like apostles of the same revolution
Like monsters for the same Messiah
We are from the same ground
We are for the same rationale
We are for the same reason
We are for the same purpose
Together
We contemplate the same uncontemplatable complexity
We fight for the same fierce fights
We struggle for the same studious struggles
We hope the same hopeful hopes
We fear the same fearful fears
We dream the same daring dream
We dare drive out the same devil of despot
We mainstream the same mainstream

We started in different time, but we will end in the same time
We originated from different place, but we will rest in the same place
We grew up in different dialect, but we sing in the same language
We are the same and we are supposed to be together
You belong to me and I belong to you

Neo, indivisibiliter ac inseparabiliter
Neo, seculo seculorum

Myo
(9 November 2010, Tuesday)

(I know, I know, I know. I should not be writing such kind of quixotic composition at the moment. At the moment, my fellow people are suffering amid of the battles; because of those battles, my fellow citizens have to leave their homes and have to stay in a foreign, unwelcoming, country as refugees. But this is just a short note of thoughts that I could not afford to forget.

Ladies, don’t get so excited, exhilarated or elated. This is just a part of my early daily writing exercise. The first line was written at 3 a.m. just after getting an idea in a dream, then I missed a 7:15 a.m. bus to go to school, because I took a nap at 6 a.m. and fell asleep and in my dream I became one of tens of thousands Burmese refugees in Thailand. I was with them I was one of them, I am them.

What a blissful beginning of a day!)

A luta continua!
Free Aung San Suu Kyi! Free!
Viva Aung San Suu Kyi, viva!

(On that day, soon after wrting and posting it, Aunty was released from house-arrest.)

1995 Suu Kyi reads in her garden in Rangoon, where she was under house arrest. A martial law order allows her to be detained without charge or trial for six years at a time. Image by Magnum Photos, I got it from The Financial Times' website, http://www.ft.com/intl/cms/s/2/8fd74dd6-29b4-11e0-bb9b-00144feab49a.html#axzz1vrgq97aM
 Please read an interview with her by David Pilling, in The Financial Times, on January 28, 2011 5:25 pm at
http://www.ft.com/intl/cms/s/2/8fd74dd6-29b4-11e0-bb9b-00144feab49a.html#axzz1vrgq97aM