Bhamo Tin Aung - Mi Aye

The snow is falling. The nights are cool and the summer is fresh.

( 2 )

The sky is clear. The moon is bright. The old leaves are falling under the bright moonlight, and the forest is full of new leaves. However, the old leaves are not yet fully shed, so the new leaves have not yet sprouted. It is delayed. It is late. Therefore, the forest is full of bones and lies in a state of disarray.

There is a lake at the foot of the forest. It is quite large. The water is clear and blue because it is free from debris. It is calm because there are no waves.

But the night is getting old, and the wind is calm.

Therefore, silence prevails around the forest and the lake.

Not far away is Hnisimyaing. The courtyard is spacious. But the house is old.

The whole mountain of roses was refreshing and fragrant from the dew. It was fragrant and fragrant. The old house in the mountain was soundly asleep.

(3)

The entire house was dark, but the light was on in the study.

A middle-aged householder, dressed in a nightgown, was awake in the dead of night. He was sitting alone at the study table, absent-mindedly turning over a book. There were four or five books scattered on the study table. It seemed that he was trying to control his wandering mind with the book. Even while he was controlling it, his mind kept running away.

The mind is a mere form, a mere form. In the form of a substance, there are things a thousand times more subtle than the smallest particle of dust. How can people control such a delicate substance? Can they even grasp a single particle, which is a thousand times more coarse and coarse than the mind?

The man sighed as he pushed the book he was holding away in despair. He shook his head. Then he sat there for a long time.

There is a bookshelf next to the study table. The bookshelf contains many of the latest books. There are a variety of them. There are books on literature and religion as well as books on natural sciences.

After a long time of slumber, he regained consciousness and reached for another book from the bookshelf. He opened the new book to catch the mind that was running away. The mind was still wandering around, even though it was not moving. But the wandering mind could not be caught, it kept running away.

The man pushed the new book he was holding aside. He sighed heavily and shook his head. Then he fell asleep again.

While he was usually sound asleep, he seemed unable to sleep, as if he were wandering in the labyrinth of the night, seized by something. He seemed to be tossing and turning. When he became tired of sleeping, he ran out into the study. He entered the room.

I turned on the light in the study and searched for peace. But I couldn't find it. Where should I look for peace? How or in what way should I look for it?

The surroundings of Hnin Simaing were quiet. However, the quietness from the surroundings did not reach him, and he was indifferent.

The man, unable to bear it any longer, suddenly stood up from his seat. He pressed the switch on the table lamp. The room went dark. He stood there for a long time in the darkness, stunned.

The moonlight, bright with the dew, filtered through the glass door into the study. It tried to dispel the darkness in the study. The darkness resisted. Light and darkness were in conflict. The conflict was intense.

The conflict seemed to bring him back to life from a state of shock. He went to the glass door, stood there, and looked out at the outside world.

They were sharing roses outside the old house.

(4)

Suddenly, from the place where he had been lying down, the wind suddenly began to move. It was not the north wind, and it was not known from where. The wind ran across the calm lake. It was not a simple run, but a galloping, galloping run.

The footprints and works of the wind on the lake surface were left behind as ripples. As the waves rose, the lake surface made a sound. It was not loud, but just a whisper. It sounded like a poem being recited in parts, without meaning.

After stretching out on the lake, the wind rushed into the forest. The birds were jumping and jumping between the trees and branches. They were playing with the old leaves. Unable to bear the blows of the wind, the old leaves were falling off the trunk one by one. The leaves, which were no longer attached, fell to the ground.

As the wind blew, the old leaves were falling, and a young woman ran out of the forest in fear. The young woman was about the same age as the old man. She was young and healthy. She was attractive enough to be admired. She was also charming. She was wearing a blue blouse and a white shirt. However, her hair was curly and she was not wearing shoes.