Sweet Welcome

Welcome, Beloved.
Home is where gifts are opened,
Flowers are blooming.

Welcome home! said they. 💝

3 waiting for 1 week and still in tact like what the couriers’ pictures sent 🥰
new bud in the bathroom 🥰
1 more tiny in the bathroom gang
3 new stems of buds from balcony gang 🥰

Why Space & Time

The depth of silence is
As deep
As ocean of possibilities.
Shaken, the ocean will splash
Drops of gifts.

Time once revealed
When the gifts will appear.
It once said
There is a moment in time.

Space once revealed
Where the gifts will arrive.
It once said
There is a point in space.

Spacetime once revealed
Why the gifts will engender.
It once said
There are reasons in life:
Unfortunately wrapped
In colours and shapes,
Often times disguising things:
A crow into a dove,
A wolf into a sheep,
A dumpsite into a garden,
A villainess into a heroine,
An evil witch into a kind queen,
Bent into straight—
Misleading this traveler’s direction.

Once it was said
There is
One
That she will find
Somewhere some time only if
She minds.

Dear, Light.
Only
You can reveal
True colours
True shapes
True hearts
True reasons.

Be deeply silent
Even in the crowd
Where ocean of possibilities
Is shaken
In this spacious time.

Hey!
The gift is relatively fair, Beloved.
Be ready.

🌊

when window nook is ready for daydreaming, no book, no paper, no gadget – just her welcoming gifts