the worst of it

Brilliant wai kit could have been our colleague this year

Firebrand next to perdana and team

But he is not.

Coz of one man's prejudice

And the worst of it is

He made me see him differently 

For a min there, so to speak,

Instead of the creativity enthusiasm passion and high intellect I used to see in him 

I saw shifty eyes, tardiness a lack of confidence 

I was shaken but I am back

Confident in trusting my instincts 

Also trusting god of course 

For most positions here are temporary 

And as our partners we can work together longer maybe 

Tina charmaine and maybe too wai kit

cycling

Yesterday I witnessed 

A 40 year old chase her 70 year old father on a cycle

Pedal as she might she could only hope briefly to catch up

He moved effortlessly 

Clear the wind in his hair making him fly 

She wishing she had half his energy her father 

Always setting the target for her

poem a day

Gonna start reading at least one poem a day 

Today its simon Armitage 

Poverty.  Bleak and powerful. Attesting imagery of poverty as a companion one tries to shrug off. 

And I am very bothered when I think... quite a disturbing poem about how the persona hurt the girl he liked at secondary school in the chem lab. Scissors in bunsen burner that branded her. And then this as a way of saying I'd like to marry you! Like marriage is fire branding? 

Or that I hurt the ones I love? 

Urgh 

handful of rice

We are a handful of rice 

In a universe of grain 

Does a grain of rice 

Have the right to say

don't take me 

Away from my brother grain 

Or

Dont take my baby away? 

What are we in the end 

"This quintessence of dust"

Not even rice

Which has utility

But sand maybe 

A fistful of sand 

In a universe of dust 

And floating along 

As we are 

What does our grief matter? 

All that will be will be

We can only do our little part 

with our little scope of vision 

Pray we hurt as few as possible.

Pray

Dust prays to stone? 

Or life matter appeals to the infinity - the body but a cloak 

To be worn and discarded?

Our aathma 

Seeking the paramathma

Then what does anything matter?

If we are born to die 

Then why are we born 

Every second we are alive 

We inch closer to our death 

Which we can approach 

Morosely or in glee

You who dispersed  me 

with your breath

Would you want me back

Breathe in 

And out 

Shanthi shanthi shanthi he

In this small space of time and matter that I have 

Let me be kind

Not gossip

Not over think

Just be

funkq

When you feel yourself

Going into a funk

Stop

Breathe

Breath again

The sun rises everyday. 

Notice 

Identify 

Act

When all I want to do 

Is escape

From work from home

Know something us bothering you

Breathe 

When you feel like tearing 

Like you are incapable of doing anything 

Unworthy of responsibility or respect

I would buy the whole store to make t€ feel better

my thoughts on 02022020

Beautiful date huh

Ugliness is inside all of us it seems 

With the coronovirus we now have so much anti chinese sentiment 

Restaurants in korea have signs saying no Chinese allowed

There were signs no Jews or dogs around just 50 years ago

We said never again

But we cant it seems

We dont mean it

Everyone is entitled to their thoughts and opinions fears biases. To be without these is not be human

But these cannot be shared on public platforms to stoke hatred

Tomorrow china will be cured of the virus. And powerful again. Then what?