Category Archives: In a Meditative State
Unplugged
Finding those simplest things in life, that can, bring us, the greatest, joys, translated… As I’d become a mother, I had no way, of stopping the busyness, and the panics of day to day from getting to me. Sometimes, I’d, … Continue reading
That Stool in My Kitchen
A spot in the house, where you can, meditate, and feel calm, when you feel the messiness of the outside world is about to, attack you, translated… It was nothing romantic, that this stool came to “stay” in my kitchen. … Continue reading
The Sound of Rain
The sound of rain, if you listen close, press your ears, against that window with the rain, tapping down, you’ll, hear what the rain’s, telling you… The sound of rain, almost, nonexistent to modern day man, besides, we’re all, ducking … Continue reading
My Reading Space
Find that corner in the library, unpack your items, with that book, and, adventure, begins! Translated… No matter the stages of life, I’d always, loved, hidden myself, inside a library, whether to pave way for my future, or simply, enjoying … Continue reading
Trekking Solo by the Seashores, a Poem
Meditating, on that rock, by the oceans, finding that calm…translated… The Past Life of the Clouds, are the, Waves From the Erosions of, the Nightmare Karmas The Nirvana of Thought, with the Waves from The Bitter Seas, Raging, Rushing, Eroding … Continue reading
The Scenes from the Window
A place you can go, to stand and just, watch, and get lost in the beauties, translated… The painting of Pissarro, “Sweing Near a Window”, was inspired by his observations of what he saw from his home in Pontuwatz, the … Continue reading
Taking that Stroll at the Marketplace
How this mother with a young child, de-stressed, using going to the local marketplaces to interact with those she encountered on the shopping trips, translated… Last weekend, during my husband’s day off, he took our son to the marketplace to … Continue reading
The Air, My Friend
Pouring our hearts out, to anyone, or anything that’ll, listen, as we all, need that, trash can, to DUMP everything we’d, carried for the day, in, the column by Jimmi Liao, translated by me… After work, he habitually, walked into … Continue reading
When I Stared into, These, Days…
When I stared into, these, days, what do I find? Absolutely, N-O-T-H-I-N-G, as these days, started, peeling off, like that page-a-day on that wall! When I stared into, these days, I can’t make sense, how did I, get here, to … Continue reading
What’s Without, is Real, a Poem
Feeling in synchrony, at one, with the outside world, in nature’s, arms, translated… The Scenes from the Distant Mountains, the Nearby Trees, Fields They’re All, Real Projected onto My Windows With the Stories that They Told Every Day, I’d, Lived … Continue reading
Life, the Obstacle Course 