My Beloved Past

Dear Heart: Expressions from within

How frightened were you when you witnessed your protectors’ laying hands on each other? How helpless were you when you realised you couldn’t defend grandma from grandpa’s beating? How scared were you when your friends were punched and robbed right before your eyes? Violence made you timid and quiet, and your screams came out in all the wrong places. You walked with a hunched back as a teenager because of the weight of suffering in silence.

You loved strangers, they posed less threats than people who were close to you. You preferred distance than intimacy. You felt safe with your loved ones when there was a wall between you. You dared not to let them into your heart otherwise they would break into pieces as history had proven itself. You were filled with longing and yet so alone.

I know you danced alone, sang alone and cried alone. I know the trees knew your sorrow, the river carried your sadness, and the sky held your secrets. Before you met your Maker, you gained life from your Maker’s creation. The wind raised you to be strong as a tree; the rain nourished you to be healthy as a flower; the sun shined upon you to be blessed as the favourite one.

It was your Maker who loved you and granted you the ability to love. You were held by your Maker’s hand and travelled back to those violent memories. You no longer faced them alone with weak knees, instead, you rose in your Master’s strength, with humility and compassion. You came to understand that violence was the outwork of human’s corruption, and there was nothing you did to cause that. You were created in your Master’s image, pure and blameless.

There is so much I want to say to you. There is so much absence I want to make up for. There is so much love I want to express. And yet, without all these, you stand tall and beautiful. What’s there left for me to say except ‘I am so proud of you.’?

Thank you for your existence. Thank you for reuniting with me. Thank you for making us whole again.

Love Always,

Now

Support

When you are hurting

I want to be your pillow on the starless and sleepless night

Soft, quiet and ready for hugs

信箱钥匙

信箱里堆满了被遗忘的记忆

垃圾广告埋藏着真爱的信笺

钥匙翻涛在漫无目的的云海

不忍心打开堆积情感的遗憾

The Letter Box Key

The mailbox is full of forgotten memories

Junk ads hide the letter of true love

The key tossing in the aimless sea of clouds

I can’t bear to open up the regrets of accumulated emotions

Birthday Gift

I ask for 
a pair
of sleep mask
as gift

I need to
train myself to
know you
even when my eyes
are dim

I want us
to be loving
in sunlight
and
in darkness

Death to Life

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When I was uninspired and nibs-dry, Benjamin and Bree worked their creative magic to collaborate with me. Here is the poem we wrote together. Bree produced the audio. I hope you enjoy this little piece of reading words and friendship, more importantly, remember to reach out to each other if you need a little inspiration and TLC. 🌻💚

Reading of “Death to Life” by the creative trio.


Is there any life inside this brittle heart of mine
I am cracked to the core
All my light has leaked out
I cry out for nourishment
Someone to restore

A desert flower thirsting for rain
A deadwood feeling lost in a spring forest
The craving for life intensifies
In a world of splendid landscape

On my shoulders I carry the weight of suffering
Oceans of sadness and mountains of pain
A gazillion negatives that lead to unnamed anxieties
Pure darkness seemingly the only respite

And yet
Sunrise delivers a new day
Rain brings forth tiny sprouts
New life stirs within me
Signalling the promise of growth
I reach out to the light of life
Pushing onwards towards hope

Writers in The Current World

The world is

Frustrating

Depressing

And

Suppressing

It hammers

Our confidence

Hinders

Our influence

And tests

Our patience

新城忆旧

现在的城市镇都漂亮了

我童年的记忆也模糊了

找不到旧城的商贩店铺

也找不到祖父母的微笑

Happy Place

Sea Life Sydney Aquarium

This is my happy place
watching you
go about your day
nonchalantly

My eyes are filled
with your graceful presence
My heart is full
of today’s gift

Griffiti Rocks

Memoirs griffitied on rocks
along the breakwall
recording life events
of locals and visitors

A celebration of a new born
Loneliness of a young man
A girl sad about unrequired love
A declaration of love
A marriage proposal
A strong bond of siblings
An unwavering friendship

Griefing parents burried a child
Loss of a best friend
A widow’s sorrow in a poem
A young man mourns his fellow soidiers
An old man laments his life

They gave these rocks flavours
Besides the salty seawater
In return
The rocks gave them blank pages
For their stories

Griffiti rocks along the breakwall of Town Beach, Port Macquarie

Blue and White Porcelain

The blue and white porcelain
Reminds me of your eyes
You made evey floral print dress
Look beautiful

Remember my wardrobe was filled
With black, white, cream and grey
You gifted me
Floral print scarves
Van Gogh’s sunflowers
And almond blossoms

Now I wear floral print dresses
In memory of you
And our friendship

The blue and white porcelain
Reminds me of your eyes
Long shut into your rest