Somewhere in Singapore, a cicada sings

Summer long chirpings Curious creature born of dirt Don’t your bellies hurt? – A haiku for a favourite insect 一只小蝉,它唱着歌,肚子里装满了夏天,歌声里装满了无常。 有位智者送了我一句话:‘禅里面说,生活就在呼吸间’我想这是小蝉们都知道的秘密。所以它们才会唱歌。 Someone wise once gave me a Zen saying: ‘Life is in the breath’The little cicadas must know this, for their Chinese names, 蝉, are a homonym of the word, 禅, Zen. Some seasons areContinue reading “Somewhere in Singapore, a cicada sings”

A stone yard dreams quietly somewhere in Singapore

R.H.001 : A stone yard dreams quietly somewhere in Singapore One of those days when time was readying itself for a new year, I spent an afternoon documenting a stone yard that was to be surrendered to history. Trying my darnedest to sniff out a good deal, I followed a scent trail that began fromContinue reading “A stone yard dreams quietly somewhere in Singapore”