yard

Muscular fingers drop the freshly-plucked grapes
Exhausted baskets carry them
The estate exposes to air
Water soaks to the brim
Earth supports the weight
Buried copper relapses
Fire harbours tiny friends
Copulates...

...tastes sour, bitter and sweet.

(c) Wendy Loh Lai Si 2006

release

I must be aware that whatever is done, written and said in confusion and uncertainty will always not bring about positive results. Not that I am result-oriented, but the effect of my doings whether in words or actions leaves a deep impression in the universe and on the person directly involved. It is most obvious that it brands a mark in my heart and soul.

Confusion and uncertainty also connote that one is angry and ignorant of one's true feelings and intentions. An angry man normally brings about uncalled for violence and with such trait there can be no sincerity and love.

I am inclined to think that it is no one's fault but mine that things turn out the way they do. It is no time to lay blame on oneself but to actually look and see where the root of problem is. I release myself from all guilt, shame and anger. It is pointless to hate and to keep seeking for perfect solutions for there are none. If I say that I am incapable of compassion then I have killed all potential and possibilities to be so. I cannot control what others think and do but I can control what I think and do and I am compassion.

It does not matter what I write but what matters is my true intention. Am I speaking from the Holy Spirit or from the Ego? Have I just silenced the living Buddha andthe living Christ in me? Chances are I was caught in semantics; giving credence to words without actually practising and meaning what I said. Under such circumstances even the most beautifully crafted poetry cannot hide the malignancy. No Shakespeare can write with a defiled mind; the writings are poison.

Be true and then writing becomes a creation and not an immitation. When creating, something takes over - the universe steps in to espouse the words to life.

Be gentle to yourself and to others.

something cheerful for a change...

Wendy, your true color is Green!

You're green, the color of growth and vigor. Good-hearted and giving, you have a knack for finding and bringing out the best in people. Green is the most down-to-earth color in the spectrum — reliable and trustworthy. People know they can count on you to be around in times of need, since your concern for people is genuine and sincere. You take pride in being a good friend. For you, success is measured in terms of personal achievement and growth, not by status or position. Rare as emeralds, greens are wonderful, natural people. It truly is your color!

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contemplation

It is time again for another soul-search.
A little bit more of honesty would help tremendously.

What I refuse to face is forcing its way out.
The sky, yes I forgot how the sky feels.
The earth is wet and the soil is soft beneath my feet.
What's inside the heart has hardened.
What's around is losing its perspective.
I am drowning in fear, anger, jealousy and hatred.
Nothing is making sense because they never did.
Why am I here?
Stuck - in a self-made hole of desperation.
The answer seems simple enough.
I choose to be.
Indecisiveness would have been a delight but it didn't play its part well this time.
At least not when I needed it too.
Need - do I really need anything the mind dictates?
The mind is running away; faster than time.
Time - the substance that decays.
I do everything in the name of love!
It seems magnanimous and sincere.
In the end the truth is...

The truth is...love is...love.

Love heals.
Love sucks.
Love lies.
Love cheats.
Love scares.
Love denies.
Love takes.
Love gives.
Love hides.
Love shows.
Love disappears.
Love appears.
Love decides.
Love hates.
Love loves.
Love likes.
Love dies.
Love lives.
Love waits...

I reached the right word.

Wait. Be patient. Nothing comes easy. So take it easy. Ask for help. Believe in yourself. Be thankful.

Drink more water. It is healthy.

karuna

Maybe what I said was not enough
Maybe because my mind is tough
To see things as they are
You are near and yet so far.

All you did is all you can
All you write is in your hand
What I read was beyond the stand
Your goodness is within the plan.

When I saw you last, I wasn't sure
Are you the cause or the cure?
Of the flowering winter in summer
The sugar-coated adventure.

Perhaps now things are clear
Perhaps again is due to fear
Definitely I love you, dear
But what is love, what is fear?