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My Dear Guest

Golden crows were crying loud When my dear guest called me out, Crossing mounds to reach my house. Smiled, but it seemed to pretend, Bringing nothing in the hands, And left something in return. Couldn't notice or prevent Something you left in my heart. Is that so called attachment? Rush out to gate when dogs bark, Wishing my guest in the dark. Found none but my broken heart.   #WaiYanHponePoetry

Breaking down the worlds

I WAS woken by the morning sunlight pouring through the glass and curtains of my hotel room window. From my third-floor room I could see a busy main road with a heavy flow of self-styled jeeps, rickshaw tricycles and pedestrians. Far to the east, below the rising sun, was a green mountain ridge. This busy main road passes over the Angono River. Above the water was a replica of a house, suspended by ropes from poles erected on the river. The previous night I enjoyed its beauty – the light inside the house pierced its papier-mâché walls and gleamed on the water reflecting the house. A piece of installation art! I was visiting a town called Angono, some 30 kilometres to the east of the Philippine capital Manila, to participate in conference and workshop on public art “as a step towards a creative city development”. This was part of the 6th Neo-Angono Public Art Festival, organised by Neo-Angono, a local movement and organisation founded by artists, and sponsored by the Japan Foundatio