If Things Could Talk…

26 Sep 2019

El waiting for me to rest my legs before climbing the stairs to the Local Teahouse.

I was resting in the temple courtyard when I chanced upon this rusty rack holding up containers of beautiful young plants.

The old supporting the new. (8 Sep 2019, Juguang Rd, Kinmen)

This calls for a trip to IKEA, the Singaporean shopaholic in me remarked inwardly.

But somehow the rotting planks, rusty bits and worn out containers formed a poignant contrast to the succulent foliage.

It felt like I was looking at an altar dedicated to an Unseen Benevolence.

It felt like I was facing at altar dedicated to an Unseen Benevolent Presence.

I lingered respectfully and felt the compulsion to bow before moving on.

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