Chinhooi Zhenhui

Solid sugar cube dissolving in the cup waking up feeling the weight of the dark untold fireflies and fallen leaves furtively building up an oil painting in this rainy night charmed cats are drawn to the hearth there is a ring from the depth of some ramparts emitting a glow pointing somewhere which is not typical of diamonds there is always a rainbow where the wild herons rest if forgiveness is an ocean there would be waves around here through spring, summer fall and winter bare stones that covet the sun the moon and stars turn into mud when it ends when you can't see it hydrangea is actually shy pushing open the door of time snowflakes pour out and fill the ground bracken cleansed by the river once again faces the warm direction of sunshine exposing those moldy marks undaunted so no one would dare disturb the evolution no one will disturb the symphony but then everything else looks like the despondency of the linden tree lost without a word without a thought the love that germinate...

Hundreds of them blossoming and flourishing   grass is thriving it's a vibrant scene the layout of the garden bugs, ants and worms living happily in the ground moles with little mouths and fat bellies i gave them all the leftovers in an unstinting manner a friend who saw the wonders in the garden residents would say "i don't know if you're a good person but the way you make the cats and the mice  neighbors they're natural enemies, you know" "you need to have some compassion as a human", i answered "or open mindedness  in this generation they're all God's creations just like us aren't they?" "100%"