CY@CY Says Welcome to my dreamscape. Where a Lim is also a Ling.

Foreboding dark clouds Even the dog seems fearful Bad moon on the rise  

Darkness surrounds us Life is filled with challenges A light saves the day  

In a remote plain Stands a lonely wooden house Is it a ghost house?

See the bumble bee The butterflies and the bug Life brims with beauty  

Two hungry nestlings Mummy has food for one Whom should she feed first?    

The man gently rows His boat in the calm river Life is so poetic  

The storm is over Fallen flowers on the ground Corpses of the storm  

I read Message From An Unknown Chinese Mother by Xinran quite a long while back and the stories of loss and love have stuck in my mind. Some very traditional Chinese believe that, as Xinran puts it, “you do not count as a human being unless you have a son” to carry on the family line. This was severely intensified ...

The man disappears Into the misty forest Quickly I retreat  

Life can be so strange One day you are the hunter The next the hunted