Thirtieth Dream

2010July31

It would be just an ordinarily beautiful Saturday with the rain showering.I would go to the airport, controlling myself shaking with Euphoria, with just a light handbag carrying food, some presents for my mother and a pair of my suits.Through the grandeur Changi Airport, I would be taken home by Silk Air, quietly, and reading a newspaper.

Mangaladon evening would be welcoming back me with a fresh and youthful embrace.I would run into a slightly chubby lady shouting: "Here is Mum," and I would huge her and kiss her plump cheeks.

The old lady would say: "Let's have a look. You've put on weight though you said you're unhappy over there."

Although the initial objective of the trip was paying homage to Shwedagon Pagoda and my mother, considerable time must be spent for food, one of my minor enjoyments.I would go home, take a quick bath, and with my mother, go to China Town, Lathar township, to enjoy a Marlar dish.My elder sister living in Lathar Street would be invited to enjoy tea at Golden Apple cafe' and have a chat.

Later in the evening I would go back home and spend the night together with my mother.While being slit-eyed, placing my head on my mother’s thick fat belly which cannot be replaced with any pillow under the sun, my mother would ask: “Have you found a boyfriend?”

And I would say: “Don’t drink a lot of beer. You’d better refrain at least during the Buddhist lent.” I would reply cheekily: “If I mustn’t drink beer then I can drink other alcohol,hee hee...?”.

Then my mother would gently beat my forehead, saying: “Alas, this baby! Will be hurt if I beat. Hunn.”

1st August 2010

At daybreak I would go to Shwedagon Pagoda, invigoratingly and happily, wearing a set of suits in light pearl color. I would offer 31 pearly white roses to the Gotama Buddha's Image at the north side of the stupa and would pay homage to the Buddha.

I would then go down to the Thway Hsay Kan holding my mother's hand after reciting all the Patthana, Dhammacakka and 11 Parittas.

I would release 31 fishes and wish for the freedom from Samsara, the prize for my merit, going beyond the limit of a normal return. I would then go to Myaynigone and enjoy a nice Myanmar Mont-hinn-khar (fish soup) accompanied by fried feather back and gourd fritter. I would also try a spoon of Monti (a noodle salad) form my mother's bowl.

In the afternoon we would be back at home and then I would go to Mingalardon Airport after bowing down onto my mother's feet.

Along the way to the airport I would be talking jokes so that I can evade catching my mother's tearful eyes meanwhile my mother would lovingly scold me saying: "You can speak a lot of nonsense." I would accept it with a smile.

I would then get on board the Silk Air after my mother would have told me for the fifth time: "Take care of your health. Don't worry about me."

"Bye, Mum."

At Changi Airport a group of my friends among the colorful lights would be welcoming her happily.

“Only East Coast is good. Hey, guy. Only East Coast, yeah. Let’s move. Hey. Ok?"

I would be celebrating my birthday party with many friends and beer tins, freely and happily, toasting barbecue at East Coast far away from my mother, after making a strong decision that I don't need to keep a promise which was not given to my mother in the first place because I like beer that my mother doesn't like.

Actually I have spent thirty years in the world, as an ordinary youth who has fully attained the age of thirty and who is neither sharp nor distinguished in any field.

I have satisfactorily and hopefully thought that one day my dreams will reach the sea and that at the end of those roads there must be a wall against which I can lean.

Carelessly I want to be living like water and air, with a huge solid of thirst for life willing to compose poems as longs as all the blood in my body are transforming into words.

When the guardian goddess of royal umbrella asks me what is urgently needed for me willing to be able to wholeheartedly apply the Noble Practice which has not yet developed in the world, it would unexpectedly be answered: "Mettasitala hadayam.(ေမတၱာသီတလ ဟာဒယံ)."

(This post is for my coming birthday and this is a presentation of
one of my dreams, dim-witted imaginations. On that day I'd like
to be going back home to stay there at least for few moments,
by anyhow. I understand this is a childish thought disordered.
But it's lucky that there's no taxation on this imagination.
I'm respectfully paying homage to the five benefactors,
maternal love, and all of my benefactors.)

May all be happy and serene.
With Metta.
Vowel
(30JULY2010