When at home, they wait to see horizons
when at the horizons, they wait to see home
© Meisaan Chan
When at home, they wait to see horizons
when at the horizons, they wait to see home
© Meisaan Chan
Relax your grip
allow for disappointment
© Meisaan Chan
Long, long is the road
so fill up your water bottle and get your good boots:
the best of the journey is for those who are ready to journey
ecstasy, despair – nothing excluded
the depth of the path covers all
© Meisaan Chan
You caught me again as I was falling,
falling through the jagged sky of my past;
it was you who bore my weight and
gently laid me upon a soft, mossy bed;
It was you who lulled my breathing
and you who stroked me gently until sleep came.
It all started when I whispered your name.
The opposite of falling.
© Meisaan Chan
Absence:
the place where comfort used to be
© Meisaan Chan
My heart, too tired for ardent prayer
snuggles up to you instead,
matches curve to curve
for trust is also a form of praise
© Meisaan Chan
A thimble-soul holds a symbol of God
A cavern-soul holds a cavern of God
A universe-soul holds a universe of God –
and of course, there’s always more
© Meisaan Chan
My dear, how you wrestle
and how I desire your tranquil heart
drawn in without fear of oblivion
reassured of safety
© Meisaan Chan