How I thank, my love
To the spaciousness within?
Dancing or singing?
Or simply talking nonsense
In a morning cup of tea?
How I Thank
Tag: space
If I’m To Be
If I’m to be a somewhere,
I’d love to be a flower garden
Where butterflies walk their life cycles;
A river bank
Where dragonflies daydream on the grass tips;
A pond
Where frogs get sleepy on the water lily pads;
A forest edge
Where fireflies breathe peacefully;
A meadow
Where silence and crowd collide;
A space
Where you only live to love.
Dwellers
Dwellers, Beloved
We are in this space, searching
What's known yet unknown;
Or, what's unknown in fact known
By a searcher who's been searched.
love is in the center of my searching in which I’ve been dwelling in this space with the sun, the moon and the stars
I’ve been searching myself who’s sitting patiently, radiantly knowing that I am longed for by the lover
thank you for the love that you’ve given to me through all those around me: human beings, non humane things and those unseen but sensed, and those unseen and not sensed
I Am Replaceable
You can replace me
With another intelligence
Or beauty.
But I worry not,
I am myself a space
That doesn't need a place or
Replace.
If replacing me
Is saving
You,
Please feel free.
irreplaceable you are
Overflown
I'm a room
Overflown with blessings.
Some visible,
Some unseen,
All undeniable--
this is where water, soil, air and fire show their potential in harmony, no collision
Time
I wish a nice day for you
And evening so bright,
In one morning wishing you
Good night.
How time
Broadens our space,
It mimes
Every broken wish.
—
The Persistence of Memory (painting by Salvador Dali)
Scents and Colours in Space
If there is a space,
I won’t fill it with a thing
But scents and colours
So it’s full but still roomy
For you to glow in my sky.
——
photo of universe from Wikipedia
Smile The Sweetest
Weather is changing,
Sky isn’t. Furniture does,
Space sits still smiling.
—
No condition changes space. It’s there, might look temporarily conditioned sometimes but simply because some furniture is busy “stirring the air”. And sky is just there being the canvas of weathers which come and go.
It’s fun to observe and silently enjoy each moment of truth.
Salaam.
The Space
She be, Beloved,
The space not the furniture,
Lets all come and go.
—
If only maturity could be implanted like nose or breast or whatever, I would still choose to get mature naturally through ageing and weakening although it takes almost half of century of struggling and pain to find only its gate. Damn late!
One maturity breakthrough of my life was when realising I should be more a “space human being” (my teacher calls it “room human being”) rather than a “furniture human being”.
Salaam….
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.
—
🌊
Tipsy Lover Talks About Beloved
No, Beloved. You are not red You are not yellow You are not blue Only. You are all gradationally spread from one point to another, Occupying Space, Led by Time. Time makes all matter. It becomes every milestone of journey. It gives chances to clarify the direction of journey. It sets free what should be said and what should be held back. Enjoy. Space is a secondary supporting detail. It doesn’t talk about the essence of journey. It shows what’s been hoarded by a traveler. It neglects what’s importance. It helps slow down when break is needed But at times it obscures the signs and messages. Beware! Stay where you are, Beloved with no nerves Knowing that space won’t corrupt you. It is a lining of colours in different levels of degree that beautifies your existence. Don’t quit, Beloved whichever the speed is Knowing that time sharpens your perceptive. It is what will be weighed and presented as a gift. You see that, Beloved? Or not? Oh, I know you’re tipsy! 😁 — A free verse about time and space between the Lover and the Beloved. Bored to death! Thanks God it’s Monday tomorrow! Singapore - Jan. 17, 2021 / 22:00
Take A Break – haiku
What does Friday bring? Laundry, canvas, wok and pan Wrapped in a good mood.
My stubborn headache and stiff neck suddenly vanished this evening….
I naturally love my job and love it even more every day with the space between two weeks!
May all beings be happy.
Space – haiku
A room with so much,
Too much to just move an inch
Can you give me space?
Temasek, December 30, 2018 – 20:12
A Space In A Room – haiku
Moon is shining bright.
A mosquito flies, exploring —
A space in a room.
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/2015/12/151207-astronomy-star-moon-planets-stargazing-night-sky/
Temasek – December 12, 2015 – 11:22am
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