26 Sep 2019
I was resting in the temple courtyard when I chanced upon this rusty rack holding up containers of beautiful young plants.
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.
Lisa Ong 