When the universe is in bloom, there are dreams I whisper to you. Soft as a secret and sweet as a player, in a language only we would know. How have you been all these years?(By Annabel, April 2025) Little Updates: How have you been? I am thinking of you. I am well. This quarter,… Continue reading Those Moments…
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Unstory: Like Wind
Life happens in fragments, not stories. It’s only when we decide that certain fragments should link together in a certain way and with certain transitions, a story is made. In that sense, we are the playwrights of our own stories in which we gather the materials (life’s fragments), we decide the progressions (the order of… Continue reading Unstory: Like Wind
A Little Love (from my students)
Little things make me happy.A little grin,A little spring,A little surprise,A little sunshine,A little pink and a little red,A gentle morning comes and goes, A Saturday sitting right beside,the silent symphony in your eyes,the ardent flame burns in my heart.the list goes on and on...A little something is everything I love. (by Annabel, Feb 2025)… Continue reading A Little Love (from my students)
My Ten Years
A morning light, A gentle breath,An unexpected sigh,A moment has drifted.These simple words,this time and place,this quietude when I think of you.It's in the dark,It's in the rain,It's in the silence after pain.A golden ray, A rain drop,A moment peace,A second chance?(Untitled, By @Annabel 2025) It's been a long time since I last posted something,… Continue reading My Ten Years
Beyond Solitude: A Journey Lived
I need my solitude. Without it, I'm groundless.A worldly dream once took it away. We talk of presence and sharing as inspiration, but sometimes that very sophistication we are told to desire is the bringer of disaster. An incurable tumor fermented in the heart. At first, I just wanted to dance, and now I can… Continue reading Beyond Solitude: A Journey Lived
February Delights
Slowly and surely, we are moving towards the end of February. That means another welcoming fresh Spring is on her way to embrace us, with her magic breaths and secret dreams hiding in Iris and tulips. The days will be merrier, and merrier.... Today, I would like to first share a lovely "class advertisement" for… Continue reading February Delights
All I Wish for You (Christmas Birthday Poem to Myself)
When mountain peaks lose edges and rivers no longer flow;When time stops, days and nights melt into one tomorrow; When winter leaves quietly grow red bells and white snows;Every December, I dress in fresh roses and I celebrate you,Your tender smile is my greatest triumph in this life anew. When the Sun no longer rises and… Continue reading All I Wish for You (Christmas Birthday Poem to Myself)
Next Dawn
Do not wake me up even with the genial kisses of today's sunrise, I am planting a sweet dream that will bloom for a thousand times, from this mortal moment to next eternity, yet how long is a forever? A little life is a human life, short years with a cup of tear latte, a… Continue reading Next Dawn
To Youth
How the time of youth is to be spent? One day in despair and another in dreaming, One step to heaven and another to the cliff. Yet no spring beauty nor summer passion has such grace in the harsh face of your pestilence, for these wrinkles tell a story of fever wishes, and our righteousness… Continue reading To Youth
Muted Castle
When the great fear came, I grew muted- When the great sorrow came, I grew muted- When the great success came, I was muted- When the great love came, I was again, muted- Oh yes, I lived in a muted marble castle, with only the language of wind and the melody of rain. And the… Continue reading Muted Castle
Naming The Rain
Happiness, how much do we owe to it? When Mom and Dad in my nightmares every time I closed my eyes, I wanted to be a daughter of the rain dripping down my windows, cool with mellow jasmine scent, coming down from moon-lit clouds, I then float and wreathe and brighten with robes of silver… Continue reading Naming The Rain
Two Poppyseeds
It is true that every time I write, I want you to be near. So close and so near, I'd drop two poppyseeds in both of your eyes, one is lilac-purple, another be Christmas-red, See they grow and bloom, pollinated by my gaze, showered first in morning rain then evening breeze, Next summer, I'll come… Continue reading Two Poppyseeds
Narcissus
And life, by nature, is the most lavish feast, painted four seasons combined with five senses, bewitching skies and sweet gardens be my faves, but they are plain without a home and some love. Can I buy a Heaven's mansion like the gods have? I'd plant dulcet Narcissus and sip summery dews, dance every cloud… Continue reading Narcissus
Second Life
The twilight of your face, the unseen meadow in your voice, drew me to your eyes’spring solace. When we hear the din of our aloneness, When we risk the change that creates and destroys, Is this the last incarnation of a sacred living breath? I grieve the deleted passage, I regret the untold truth, It… Continue reading Second Life
Your Hands Hold Roses
Your hands hold roses always in a way that reaching Far to me, when I hide, doubt, and fail to believing. And when I rise, trembling under lunar and her verdant veil, the effervescent and rainless wind blows off the ancient well, awakes my flaccid face and tears up those terrifying speeches, I feel my… Continue reading Your Hands Hold Roses
I Hope You Dance Like Wind
Your smiling, or the contemplation of such, is the wondrous life force of the airy earth, Lucent as shadows slowed by wading moonlights, teaches the leaves to pause in cascading languors, And the wood nymphs now must sing and strive to dream. Their hair like willows diffuse the rhythmic monotones, Their gaze towards silken river… Continue reading I Hope You Dance Like Wind
The Modern Etiquette 