Pause

It’s been quite long I haven’t posted anything in this site. Too busy? Or not able to manage the time? Oh my goodness, how life lasts long yet runs so fast that it rolls in like a useless scroll.

Alas!
What will I give to Life?
Nothing?
Ya, nothing as I have nothing.
Yet, I still do things with my nothing.

Life,
Please guide me through my nothingness to the Light at the end of the scroll.

No, not at the end. It is along the scroll…

Glad to be here again….

The Estuary, Temasek – Nov. 30, 2018 – 9:47pm

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Blue shappire – haiku

Avalanche of mud —
Miners are rescueing ones’ selves.
Blue sapphire still glows.

 

May the miners killed or injured or missing in the avalanche in Myanmar gemstones mines are blessed…. Salaaam…

 

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Penang – May 25, 2016 – 6:42

Green valley – haiku

Two dogs and a cat
Stroll in joy, breathing sweet air
In a green valley.

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How big is my dream of having a green valley? So big…. Why? Because I want as many animals as possible to live happily in the valley, as many farmers as possible to earn good living in the valley, ¬†and as long as the earth can sustain the valley stays green…. And, so be it with faith….

Singapore – May 14, 2016 – 5:01pam

Prayer – To Beloved Moppy

Prayer is a bunch of energy circulating through words, imaginations, deeds to materialise. So, when we’re praying we are changing the energy into materials which can be seen, heard, tasted, smelt, touched with our physical senses.

But is it only physical that gives the sensation? No, there is something un-seen, un-heard, un-tasted, un-smelt, un-touched but still can be felt…That’s why 6th sense exists.

After six, then there is 7, 8, etc? For sure…. But I want to say that that 6 covers all above 5.

So, if our prayer won’t materialise the energy into those five physical sensations, it means the energy is lingering as the 6th sensation. You still can feel it.

Pray. Even if it doesn’t happen as the eyes want to sense, ears want to sense, tongue wants to sense, nose wants to smell, hands want to sense; your heart never fails to sense it.

Pray.
Pray.
Pray.

Materialize!

Dedicating this prayer to Moppy, the dog that is traveling from Palembang to Jakarta to be cured. I love you, Moppy…. Cured, cured, cured….

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Singapore – April 8, 2015 – 9:06pm