An elderly couple emerged from the early morning mist. Age in their 80s, sported in their usual casual wear, look washed out with the waves on their face. Unlike their silvery white sideburns, their energy never slide. The old man held a clutch in one hand, sustained by the old lady’s feeble arm on the other. Both look so happy like the desirable cobalt blue sky.
This is my other Friend “Nature”. He bestowed comfortable, warm and simple affection. Though they are just a pair of strangers in my life journey, but their presence and silhouettes never ceased to be strangers in my mind.
Few years down the road, the sight is still in my mind so sharp and clear. No exaggerated manners needed for set off, no gorgeous embellishment required to look good.
The elderly couple emitted fragrance so natural and rustic. No pretentious smile, just healthy, serene and noble sentiments circulated with elegant simplicity!
With the presence overtaken by events, perhaps both are together in heaven, or perhaps they are still strolling in the early mornings. But the message my “Friend” had left behind, makes me realized the wisdom of another life, sparkling with crystal clear insight.
The afternoon sun brim over the church hall, through the space between the iron railed window grilles. Looking out from the window covered with climbing morning glories, on the old brick wall parked a small mantis.
This mantis is so small and frail, he leaped while the wind blows, picking himself up over and over again against the wind. This garden with a pond is surrounded with fragrant flowers enriched with fertile soil, conclusively with this little mantis who was injured through his fall but never succumb to his collapse.
Friends, your name is “DREAM”
With you, saplings thrive and sprout year after year.
With you, failure is no longer an easy compromise.
With you, the wings of a dream turn stronger.
With you, countenance of the youth loses its silhouette of frustration. The forlorn feels warm in blizzard nights.
This few months, the haze from Indonesia has smog Lion City all over again. Our smoky heart yearns to see the bright sun and flashing star yet and again.
On that day, through my window west direction, my friend finally arrived.
He came from distant lands, dragging along in his left hand layers of thick dark clouds coming from the mountain. Trudging in his right hand a large rainy blow. Standing behind the window, awaken from my sweet drowse, surrounded with the sniff of the immense rain.
With this timely arrival of breeze, I know the rainy season is not far away as it adds ease and bliss to my heart and a little gay.
Friend, your name is “Autumn Rain”.
Faraway overlooking from my balcony, I evidence your arrival. As the Chinese poem said, “ Rain comes from the wind”. Friend, swinging your sleeves left and right, disperses the dense smoke in our city and dispels mist in our spirits.
Rainfall forms A beautiful Autumn.
Your are not just my Friend, you are indeed a friend to this piece of Land.
My friend, with you the land formats the four seasons, farmers gain their autumn harvest.
My friend, thank you for your attention, and thank you for selflessly nourishing this barren land.
Moment in the dead of night, my friend quietly visited me. He brings with him the crystal cold dew with a basketful of blinking stars light.
His name is called “Silent Night”. It’s tough for one to extricate from his beautiful flow. Each time at this moment, ignite aroma incense to allow my thoughts to curl in and be shrouded with the smoke between. With this carefree feeling I put aside the physical and mental troubles.
Silent Night, you soothe all worried faces. You allow people to put down contradictions and conflicts, put down right and wrong and to lay down social status and class.
Your voice resonates the sounds of nature. It’s a space of emptiness, a palace of the soul for a listening ear.
This is where beauty and ugliness befall. Right and wrong remain speechless. Passion and indifference lost its temperature.
Silence is warmly alive at this moment.
Derision and ridicule, power and struggle, settle like dust with no flush.
In the eyes of others, this barrier looks like a fool, it jiggles its arm up and down whenever a vehicle comes up or goes down. Its job is no fun at all and to some is wasting life after-all.
这小人物坚守一份小工作, 任劳任怨, 做起事来不闻不问,不问付出,不求收获，一整天只会抬头点头，举臂放下。它的唯一工作就是听从指示，不可以有意见，不可以有投诉。
Still, this little guy stick to his insignifficant work. He is hard working, never ask for much, never ask for returns and is able to get things done in a different. Day in day out, he jiggles his head and waggle his arms. His only job is to follow directions. He doesn’t own his opinions or have his own grievances.
How can anyone do this, other than him?
Certainly there is! These are machines without feelings. Whether it is a computer on the table, the kitchen refrigerator, our 24/7 mobile phone, the comfort providing air-conditioner and so on. Again, these are groups of hard working fools.
However, who will thank these fools? Perhaps only fools will appreciate what these fools had done?
Indeed we need not thank them for what they done, the things we can do is to show a little gratefulness, a little cherishing and a little delighting.
By demonstrating, you feel more accommodating, less awful and that’s helpful way to stay youthful.
Several pink flowers emerging from the wall, chic shapes, elegant and refine but no one catches a glimpse of them. Then it was unperturbed with the busy footsteps that passed by her and the exhaust emitted by passing cars.
She has no friends around, without eager admirers praising her marvel. She was there all by her own and pleased with her own admiration.
She laugh when happy, cry when sad, with no obligatory, no ruling, not barred by EQ index or high IQ.
And yet she whispers lightly to me that happiness is not through the streets, not through dressing up but through unhidden Me. Happiness is to sing your own songs, write your own lyrics and live with bliss.
Little pink flowers along the wall come with no price tags and yet so cheery, but why? Why did you exclude me?
Able to leave the hustle and bustle aside, find a quiet corner, have a bowl of light porridge and enjoy the quiet and elegant moment, what else do we ask for in life.
This bowl of 3P porridge; peaceful, plain and pleasant.
A bowl of humble porridge, not known in the rack, there is no luxury embellishment, upscale environment, no gourmet reviews. With a look pale and weak, quietly placed in front of me, just to fill up my stomach.
Although it has no load, but he still stick to his position as a tummy guardian.
This 3P sits quietly before us, can’t weigh it with a set of scale, catch no sight with our eyes, let alone into the upper crust.
As Beauty is in the Eyes of the Beholder, this 3P is a blessing, as it is different from the others.
In Pierce Reservoir along Old Upper Thomson Road, saw a monkey kneeing along the roadside. His cute appearance looks ridiculous and his gray hair and insensibly manifestation guards at every car that passes by.
He stood up to the body, whenever a vehicle move closer to him as if there is something to look forward from the car. I decline to unwind the car windows, just in case he stuns his“Seventy Two Transformation”. While he waited for awhile and see no movement in the car, he sank back in situ. As I direct my camera towards his direction, he ignore my interest on him and turn his face away from me. He seems to be reminding me for a reward if I demand a snapshot from him.
Reminders have been put up constantly by relevant authorities to the public not to feed wild animals without invalid reasons.
Flora and Fauna in their natural habitat has its own sets of survival skills. Each bodied its own strength and flair. Once the skills are discarded, it relies on external aid to subsist. End of the day, what is remained and reminded is the pathetic vision asking for mercy from our human eyes.
Fortunately, monkeys are delightfully adorable, a few more to come is harmless and undisruptive at least to our very own nature that is loosing out in no time soon.
**There is a belief that the Monkey God has capabilities to do Seventy Two stuns with different transformation.
Getting up in the dark just to steal a glance of the smile of the Epiphyllum. Then again, was not on time for this happy moment for her glory. Though a little disappointed, but after some thoughts, if the Queen of the Night were to know of my regrets was due to her premature appearance before dawn, guess she may feel more remorseful than me.
The thought of this makes me capture the soft retreat of this unusual moment while I penned down my own chapter of Dances with the Flowers.
While all admire the rarely night blooms of its kind, for the reason it wilthers mysteriously shortly before dawn.
In contrast, when it withers, there was no one to pay her their last respects, as she shrivels, good time is already a past. How often do we praise an aged blossom?
Then, no bloom forever earned our praises.
The moment I pursue this Queen of the Night is going to be eternal, I will never fail to remember the trail. Though she had faded, but the sentiment of the pursuit has just began.