another closure to a journey,

a temporal home to many feelings

we sort them into boxes,

clothing and wrapping our memory

to another space and time,

where we may once again

find courage to open &

share them under the sun.

given and set free

only to

look back and recall,

how we struggled to live each day

to the full,

amid incompleteness and quiet faith

that disappointment, grief and pain

will somewhat find an equal place

on the stage of our hearts.

-----------closing july - dec 2006-------------------------------------

SONG : LOVE

Though you send me away

to think my self free

to take what you give

without thought, without terror,

I learn that to be near you

is to understand our error

in thinking freedom comes through

breaking ties while we live.

Teach me to be free

as earth, sky and sea,

let them make me a place

to come back to your care.
Death will not turn

me away if i learn
to look into the human face

to find you there.

lee tzu pheng

Victoria Burning...

several bushfires in victoria's suburbs have merged and have sent fumes and smogs into the city. its 41 degreeees today. even bands of infamous summer flies bow in defeat and fly away. it's a culmination of prolonged drought over the past 20 years. UV rays are at an all time high. ranked 9. slippers risked being burned on the hot tar road. skin cancers are on the rise. the mood is sombre. heat waves over me. pray for farmers and peoples in gippsland who worry for their land and property. wind wild and fire. my pet crayfish died from exposure to unearthly sunbeams. it curled in defeat. ready stock on a pot of tapwatered algae soup.

slept on the balcony yesterday. breathed in the fresh morning air before the temperatures rise and scorch the air again... teochew mueh to 'liang' the body and soothe the tastebuds today. and fridge-based kimchi. hang wet-washed clothes and they dry within minutes. splattered with airborne molecules emitted by one revenging sun.

we are clearing property each day. DHL boxes piled high. divising what to split and spit. pots, pans, clothes for tomorrow, fabrics going home to singapore. retaining startup stationary plus menus and books for 4 months of next year...drinking beer now...the only way to chill down...my plants have wilted too. salvation for them and my skin to be found through the white porcelain cool on toilet and bowl or both.

a desire to go home...leaving 15 dec 2006. friday. qantas flies from burning bushlands to monsoon singapore...can't wait to taste & read the rain, once more.

let them fall...............

let them fall......