Apparently
calls to Lifeline
during Christmas
dramatically increased
One in three people reported
that they were lonely
We tend to
think about Christmas
as gift giving
family gathering
holiday planning
What if
you are all alone
and get fed these lies
What if
no one has told you
that Christmas is not
just about a saviour was born
because a lonely person thinks
so what that Jesus’ born
What if
someone tells you
that God so loved us
He sent His beloved Son
to earth
born and raised
in human form
Jesus lived among humans
and suffered a terrible death
for crimes He didn’t commit
to exchange for
things we did wrong
people we hurt
for a fresh start
for all of us
even the really bad guys
Christmas is about hope
the hope of
a life long friendship
with Jesus
the hope for
a fresh start
the hope of
being immensely loved
by God
Out of Place
The adductor
in the gym
makes me think of
right move
wrong place
Cross Path
I thought I saw a glimpse of you
My heart raced like a train wreck
My body temperature turned icy
like a snowman had no legs to run
Before my mind could encapsulate
you dissapeared in the crowded street
like an out of focus storyline
Afar
I see you better
when I close my eyes
I hear you clearly
in echoes
when I shout out your name
You are near
when we are strangers
Blank
I lost poetry on a sunny day
Your shadow walked away
The Deep Diver

Don’t you love it
that Spotify tells you
what kind of a music listener
you are
based on a year of play history?
AI pays me undivided attention
all hours of my life.
Aren’t they lovely?
Am I convinced that
what they define me
is true to myself?
Music is boundless
to my listening ears;
Appreciation to music
is also without hindrances.
#songshare – Vincent
I visited the Van Gogh Alive in the Sydney Entertainment Quarter today. It was a real treat and it reminded me of this song which is one of my favourites.
卵石和竹林
如果你是河底的卵石
我愿是你周围的竹林
守望着你洁白的平静
时光见证我们的永恒
卵石的个性
他总是那么沉默
如河底的卵石
秋天的浮叶
静静地飘过
惊讶他的洁白
季节的洗涤
翻滚着涟漪的心
他却无声无影地
栖息在大地的平静
Roses And A Bee
The roses are fragrant clouds
resting upon my keen attention
the bee flutters
drowning in nectar
losing its mind
Such frantic love
moves me to regret
Overwhelming beauty
deserves deep dives
liberating from
any hope of tomorrow
or freedom of life
* Photo by Cassa Bassa
