This life shall pass away –
and after that, the next adventure!
And the next!
And the next!
© Meisaan Chan
This life shall pass away –
and after that, the next adventure!
And the next!
And the next!
© Meisaan Chan
When the path turns foreign
you could despair
or you could focus on the life
© Meisaan Chan
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At its zenith, the light bathes the earth,
tender kisses upon the ground
and upon the back of my hand
nothing is untouched
© Meisaan Chan
The mind, finally: a mirror lake
your word: rippling out
© Meisaan Chan
The wise know when maps are necessary
and when they mislead
© Meisaan Chan
When I’m too stressed to pray
remind me, this is when I need to pray
and may my non-praying be itself a prayer
© Meisaan Chan
Coming back to me
requires no distance to cross
only the turning
© Meisaan Chan
The moment I write to you: my womb relax
es and muscles release like they do in no other ac
tivity; again, somehow, you draw me unto you through w
riting, unusual as it can be sometimes, as long as I choose to li
sten
© Meisaan Chan
Cling to the Lord
Throw yourself upon her
Of course she will carry you
© Meisaan Chan
(Photo credit: National Geographic)
Desire can lead you away from me
or it can plunge you into my heart
© Meisaan Chan