2. In God’s Hand
Trees, flowers,
Sweet chirps . . . chirps of birds
Nature, forests, mountains and waters
Including humankind,
Aren’t they the creation of God?
I don’t want to know
If the drama
That began in the Garden Eden
Was it smooth or rogue,
So, too, the fruit’s taste
If it’s sweet or bitter
Or salty or sour, I care not!
Me –
My body with your mind,
When I search my life
I know I’m no longer the master of it,
But, I found it at last,
At the end of the dreams and
Middle of the nights’ skies,
Alas, in the God’s hand.
That beginning and end,
In fact, is the forbidden fruit lo!
Ye Yint Thet Zwe
16.01.2011
Trees, flowers,
Sweet chirps . . . chirps of birds
Nature, forests, mountains and waters
Including humankind,
Aren’t they the creation of God?
I don’t want to know
If the drama
That began in the Garden Eden
Was it smooth or rogue,
So, too, the fruit’s taste
If it’s sweet or bitter
Or salty or sour, I care not!
Me –
My body with your mind,
When I search my life
I know I’m no longer the master of it,
But, I found it at last,
At the end of the dreams and
Middle of the nights’ skies,
Alas, in the God’s hand.
That beginning and end,
In fact, is the forbidden fruit lo!
Ye Yint Thet Zwe
16.01.2011
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