I miss that night

I miss that night.

I remember it was very cold and

I was in total despair

huddling at a table outside a closed University café 

dimly lit by an array of lonely lampposts 

reading some poems given by my course tutor

so bad and so sad

that I couldn’t say a thing.

You said nothing either 

but gave me a bowl of hot noodles 

that you cooked at your place of study. 

I devoured like a dog

Hungry for the food of truth and love

Which I got a real taste of it for the first time

In your presence 

That was probably the moment I fell for you.

Composed upon St John’s Cathedral, Hong Kong 2022

In the early morning

While the city is still sleeping

Several souls wake up to the ancient bell

striking in the heart of Central district

Taking pilgrim’s steps ascending the narrow pathway

to the century old gothic church 

fearfully approaching the majestic throne

kneeling down to pray for the many blessings 

that have bestowed on the island for over a century

nurturing thousands of mighty souls 

who safeguard the Pearl of the Orient

which shines through the aisle of history

leaving its people a page of its beauty and glory

now and forever.

Stream of Consciousness

I like to swim

freely and deeply 

in my mind

sometimes like a ship 

sailing quietly in the ocean

around the world

sometimes like a young lovely couple 

paddling in the lake

feeling the blow of autumn wind

under the warm cozy sun

but other times like a submarine

immersing in the abyss

losing its way

or like a little boat 

shaking up and down

in the middle of a stormy sea

There are good times and bad times 

I still enjoy seeing things

within and without

in the journey of mind.

Dance! Dance! Dance!

Hey You! You! You!

Move your body

Swing your hip

Shake your bottom

Break your back

Stretch up High! High! High!

Reach for the goal

Go! Go! Go!

Sometimes life throws dirt at you

And it can be quite absurd to you

You question if you should go on

But there seems to be no answer

Time is drifting away

You are getting old

Your body is failing

You ache inside 

But the other day 

When you have a day out with your husband and daughter 

Walking along the Victoria Harbour

Taking in the place where you have lived for so long

You have got the answer.

“I still love life. Yes, I still do.”

Why are there some things that can’t be explained?
It feels like they have thrown me into a life full of pain
My life feels like it is over and I have died
The world is cruel and harsh
It doesn’t care whether I am dead or alive.
I suffer and struggle with no one by my side
Fear still sneaks up on me from the past
I wish that I can break up those fears
and live a quiet peaceful life
with my beloved walking together until
it is time to say goodbye.

Last night, I cried over you
that you don’t like me
Your words cut into my heart
Your look split us apart
But there’s no wrong I did
Now I know it is what I am
that makes you angry
that you disagree
I am sorry that you don’t like me
that we must not agree.

When she was young,
She loved books and thought about life.
She loved movies and classics
Which inspired her mind.
She liked to be alone and watched the quiet sky.
But she knew she struggled inside
Because she could not find a companion who echoed her mind.
Because they loved dresses, gossips and outcries
A different girl has to pay the price.

I know God makes this heart of mine
It is tender, sweet and kind
When people say nasty stuff to me
or treat me rudely
I don’t return them with the same manner
But show them to God with my bleeding heart
and wait for Him to heal my wounded soul.

I know God makes this heart of mine
It is quiet, weak and pure
When something is not right
I would immediately turn away
without challenging the line
I would rather lose out than commit a sin against God

I know God makes this heart of mine
When I cannot live like others as if without heart.