Aura

( Image from buildingbeautifulsouls.com )

It has been a while

her locks are golden brown

before that

were honey amber and chestnut.

Today

I saw her in the mirror

contemplating her glory.

Will I defeat the fear of goth

crown her dark silky velvet?

It has been a while

She is green, indigo and violet,

before that

was yellow and red.

Writing

I always wanted to write, always wanted to be a writer, not a published writer, but a writer who just writes.

My life so far splits between China and Australia.

I had written madly for 5 years in Chinese since I was sixteen, then wrote nothing for 15 years. I started to write English poetry in late 2018 and I have been writing since…something.

Someone asked me yesterday is writing like therapy for me. I wasn’t prepared for the question really, but I answered ‘ when I write, I am me.’ .

Only when I heard myself saying that, I realised writing is part of me. When I write, I am at ease, I feel at home. I make sense of this world and the people in it through writing.

I wrote and posted different flavoured pieces on this blog to explore my personal writing style. I continue to try writing different topics to navigate. When the direction is unclear, I let my muses and keyboard guide me.

I write when curling up in my comfortable bed, sitting in a noisy cafe, on a quiet park bench, in a squashed train carriage, on the picnic rug by the beach…and right at this moment, I am writing as I am walking in a crowded station at peak hour.

Writing is my everyday life, everything is in it and surrounding it…in this period of my life and perhaps beyond.

‘Home is where the heart is.’

Dressing a Wound

Facing a raw wide open wound

I have no magic hands to heal

All that I have I give to dress the wound

in due time

it heals with its own stamina.

Flowing from a pure heart

dripping kind intended words

washing mud, dust and grime

or anything irritating, infecting or scaring

placing tender loving caring gauze

covering with a prayer of blessing

May your wound be healed

with the little persistent gesture I express

I am no nurse no carer

I am a stranger in the cyber space

Only my soul sees your pain and tear

All that I have I give to dress your wound

Insomnia

 

Cardboard head, that’s the effect you have on me

Cardboard head, that’s the outcome of your torment

The muffling in my brain

The flattening of my occipital bone

The iron board pillow

The tree bark pillow case

The coffin bed

Cardboard head, that’s the punishment you delivered

I rather you punched me in the gut

That way, at least I vomited blood

And I know I am alive.

If I were alive, I would have persecuted you

I would have revenged by snoring,

while laughing in victory.

I would have shouted…

‘Ha! I beat you Insomnia!’

A Kiss

( Last Kiss – painting by Leonid )

Running my finger tip from

your nose, philtrum

Landed on your lips

like a cross

zapped your urge to be funny

Sealing your lips with unspoken words

more gratifying than honey…

My Favourite Poem

Watch “IF, Rudyard Kipling’s poem, recited by Sir Michael Caine” on YouTube

Run! Run!

( Image from gottfriendberlin.com )

Running…running…

look at the dancing flames though my eyes and

Stop!

Instead, lay bare and open before my eyes

waiting for my gaze

I fix my eyes to your vulnerability in

absolute stillness

I caress every bit of you with my glance

your body temperature is elevating under my viewing

and your being is raising to salute

Run! Run!

Run before I devour you with passion…

A Psalm

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Today I sing a love song to you my most intimate friend
You stretched out your hands to me in my distress
You embraced me with warmth and comfort

When I was stuck in my misery, drenched in my sorrow
you came from heaven and met me where I was

You are the most high and yet you came on earth to my rescue
I love you my friend! You are worthy

Fineline

There is a fine line between:

A champion and who is motivated by the joy of the journey

A clown and who tastes only pain

A craftsman and who understands his limitation to perfection

A daydreamer and who follows the dream

A giver and who also counts receiving as a blessing

A leader and who leads by serving

A performer and who sees through the performance

A providers and who leans on God’s provision

A thinker and who advances the idea

Time

( Imagine from teemit.com )

What is forever?

What is now?

Travelled a life time to this moment

In eternity,

there is no time.