Grass, sky and sand
Are my favourite colours
Wherever I am
Freshly cut grass
Rain washed sky
Sunlit sand
They remind me of home
Far away
But closer than my skin
Grass, sky and sand
Are my favourite colours
Wherever I am
Freshly cut grass
Rain washed sky
Sunlit sand
They remind me of home
Far away
But closer than my skin
He stood up in front of a crowd shaking and sharing his story.
” I once lived in a beautiful country, worked as a jeweller to raise my little family. Then the civil war broke out, I was persecuted because of my religion. In the end I had to fleet the war zone I once loved as my motherland and home, with my wife and two young children.
We were exhausted and with absolutely nothing when we arrived in Sydney airport. We were greeted and embraced by two born and bred Aussies. We were given a home with all amenities close by. My children went to school one week after we settled in. They were welcomed and loved by their school community. We befriended the Vietnamese, Laos and Assyrians neighbours.
I am working in a warehouse now. Yes, I see racial discrimination at my workplace, in shops and out in the public. But I always remind myself and my family that what matters is the day we came stricken, Australia welcomed us with open arms as their own. And that is why I call Australia home.”
What a beautiful speech on “What does Harmony Day mean to you?”.
When we are apart,
we are missing home.
When we are together,
we are being ourselves.
I love you
a pure earthy form
When I came into contact with you
my body was purified
my mind was transformed
my soul swelled
and I took root
I used to take long drives to see the ocean
and let the waves saturate me with calmness
I used to hike to the top of the lookout
and let the sunrise bathe me in hope
I used to cuddle a soft pillow to sleep
and let the dreams tell me the future
Then,
I fell into your arms
where all my desires were sated
where my heart was nestled in
my happy place
First published on 11 April 2019, a collaboration with Mike Ennenbach
let’s shuffle the playlist
Eat kale chips and eggplant wedge dipped in chilly jam
Let’s waltz away in our fave band T-shirts
misted in aromatic oil
Let’s pillow fight and giggle
till our tummy muscles grow
Chase each other
Until we fall in a pile
Laughing on the floor
Cheeks sore from smiling
The thunder of our hearts
Drowns out the music
Gazing lovingly at each other
Until you tickle me some more
Let’s pull down the blinds
Dim the world outside
Let our love twinkle
Stardust falling on us
Echoing the illumination within us
Let us My Love
Let us create the most glorious night sky
All in this place we call
Home
Let’s close the door
And embrace
My love
Shut the world out
And fall into
Our sanctuary in
Everlasting bliss
Yes
Let’s close the door
And embrace
My darling
Falling into
Our sanctuary in
Love forever more
We are such homebodys
the couch is our sanctuary
where the shapes of us
sinking into
the wings of a butterfly
gives life to our dream
There is no more safer space
than the span of us
where body temperature
is within reach
our flesh
is in contact
each of our worlds
knitted into one
bright colourful
landscape of
love
Finally
we are home at ease
in one breath
one flesh
one uniting
force of life
It feels like home
seeing the Chinese arts
hung on the walls;
cooking in a cosy mess
where everything is within reach;
talking, joking, laughing,
doing life together effortlessly;
making every minute
the illustration
of the next
for the rest of today
and all the tomorrows to come.
It feels like home
where my heart rests upon
the solace of your love.
House is sold at the fall of the hammer
I secretly wish I would experience
a rush of sadness for losing a home
I PET scanned my brain hoping to detect
any remembrance more than an empty shell
with forced smiles
all the eggshells I have walked on
turned into ashes scattering in the garden
feeding the bird of paradise
7 Christmases of opening gifts of unimportance
7 Easters of egg hunt for children’s laughter
7 years of prayer and supplication
House is sold at the fall of the hammer
a weight has fallen off my shoulder
the crown stripped off the prince’s head
my love sick poet
on a bed of kale and potatoes
tossed about by exotic spices
home home homie home home
ruff ruff growl roof roof
ah howl…
howl…