This is the moment
I am in your presence
You are in my presence
Together we sip our tea of life
This is the moment
Together we indulge our imagination
The sweet memory of the past
The excitement for the future
The hope we share
In this winter air
Our presence together,
In celebration.
5 December 2013
London
As he rose from his sunken bath
To take on the call of destiny;
He paced the sun-soaked study,
Filling the room
With his commanding words of action.
His energy is at the peak
That a warrior can ever muster.
Leaping over the books littered under his feet
He roared like a lion entering the battle.
He is the man that turned
Our darkest days into our finest hours,
The world has not been the same since.
The courage he displayed
In the face of tyranny,
In the Battle of Britain
He won us a new world of hope.
As we are facing a new battle
Against the crisis of greed,
The evil within
Is not unlike the evil without.
We shall raise our heads,
Gaze towards the beautiful green fields
Over the Kentish hills…
Ah, the vitality of life has always been with us!
The human spirit is always there for us to cherish
From the past to the present,
From the present to the future,
Generation after generation.
We shall live on with courage,
As the spirit of Churchill charts on
In his beloved Chartwell.
Sunday 31st March 2013
At the home of Churchill
You are a child under the tree.
Free to wander, free to explore.
Releasing the spirit, gathering in the soul.
Out of the shadow, bathing in the sun.
For innocence is the dynamic of youth.
Hesitate not, my noble poet
For freedom is your spirit,
And freedom is your innocence
Like a child’s heart,
And the energy of nature.
Express the moment in the poet’s lines,
Without hindrance, without constraint
Fear not,
The darkness and dangers.
For risks are inherent in being alive.
With the dancing waves of light,
With the ritual of being
And the rhythm that revives.
Like a flower bud, ready to release
The energy of the sun,
To bloom into the beauty that surrounds.
Without fear or reservations,
Explode in colours,
Bring beauty to this world.
For abundant in this universe
Is the dynamic of freedom.
Enrich your free will, my noble poet.
Every moment in your life
Is the expression of possibilities.
For in freedom
There is your happiness,
And there is your destiny.
Life comes in circles.
In the absolute freedom of circles,
There lies the freedom in the poet’s heart,
Body, mind and spirit.
Man Fong Mei
London – The Forum
17th August 2012
Beware my friend,
The new world
That we created
Is not of machines and systems.
Beware my friend,
That your spirit is not corrupted
By the dashing colours
Of the push-button material world.
Lured by the neon signs of modernity,
The fascinating magic
Of financial derivatives;
The cat-and-mouse game
Of the regulator
And the regulated,
Oblivious
Is the spirit of the human being.
For myself I gain.
Be you a cat or a mouse,
It may seem fun
For a brief moment.
But as cancer rots
In a noble civilisation,
Build not
The bureaucratic systems
Without soul,
Without passion
And the spirit of being.
Without nobility or greatness.
Without the motion of inspiration.
Wither civilisation?
Can man control
The monstrous technical systems
He creates,
Or be enslaved
By his systems?
Do we eat just to survive
Or do we savour the taste and the colour?
I ask you my friend –
Is life purely functional?
Or are there deeper meanings
To our existence?
In the Spring of your life
Functions are your colours.
In the Summer of your life
The achievement you sought.
Upon the Autumn colours
The reflections you search.
The meaning you wished
To realise
Before a contented Winter arrives.
When your physical being
Demise
When time ceases to be relevant
When time is eternity
Into silent
Into pure consciousness
Of nothingness.
When the physical world exists without you
It is in the consciousness
That you exist.
Man Fong Mei
16th August 2012
London – The Forum
It arrived late,
But it has arrived…….
Time has its own logic.
The mysterious pace,
That no one can predict.
Yet it is on its way,
Always arrives,
In its own time,
Reveals itself eventually,
Inspiration is a mysterious thing
It comes unexpectedly,
With time,
With timelessness,
Yet inspiration is a fleeting moment in eternity
But with eternity
Inspiration brings…
December 2009
In the sky somewhere between China and Europe
In the hot Summer night,
We were drunk with the poignant fragrance of a thousand flowers
Alas, we are coming to the end of the wild South
Along with the poetic allure of Autumn
With falling maple leaves
With the pungent aroma of Chrysanthemum
Waving to the frozen North,
The smiling plum blossoms
Signal the coming of Spring
In which warmth and comfort will be again
Inspiring the brave bamboo
To survive the snowy Winter
As Summer will come again
London
11th Nov. 2010
The mood of love
Transforms
The morning.
Bursting
With excitement,
Like a butterfly
Flattering in tension.
Like the flowers waiting
With expectation.
The fragrance of jasmine,
Hints of the intention,
Expectations have been spent
By the bride’s mates,
And the flower girls.
Beauty is the bride.
Seeking perfection
For her groom,
For his belief in love,
As she is already in one
That is true.
Which has the seed
To grow into eternity.
Love is like a pearl
In a father’s hands,
To be given away
With the brogue of
Many splendid fragrances,
To the man that found her,
Sworn to treasure, protect and love her
For ever thereafter.
The true love in the wedding day,
Transcends life into eternity.
18th Dec 2009
Sydney
As our minds meet
Under the full moon,
The night is bright.
The emotion is heightened.
We look at each other
Expressing our love,
Our longings in life
To be together
Through eternity.
As the moments run on
Hour by hour,
Farewell my dear ones.
For tomorrow,
As the journey begins,
We will be apart.
Amidst the laughter
Of the young
The innocent ones,
And the fragrance
Of our wine,
Our eyes set upon
The round moon cakes.
Our lives have come
To a completion.
It is here where our departures
Begin a new circle,
Where we will meet again.
Let’s celebrate
Dear ones,
The delightful moments
In the journey of our being
For eternity, irrelevant of time
Is the continuation of moments.
And in these moments
We can truly savour life.
And it is in these moments
That we find the meaning
Of eternity;
The present
Is where the past and the future meet.
Farewell my dear ones.
May your lives be truly fulfilled.
Man Fong Mei
London
15th September 2012
Gazing across the green field
Into the far, far
Distant skyline of London,
Suddenly
Imagine my friend;
The smell of spring
Is around the corner,
With the fresh leaves
Budding amidst the green shoots,
Daffodils sprout.
Allow me
To give you
The hope of spring,
With a branch of plum blossom
A gift of nature.
Harmonious nature
Returned from the storm
Of yin and yang transformations.
Imagine a world
Without crises,
Without sorrow,
Without fears and tears,
Where joyful chimes
Interrupt tranquillity.
Where despair
Is dispelled.
Where the sick are healed.
Where people are together.
Singing the song
Of harmony,
The symphony
Of human civilisation;
After all, life is a dream
A dream of happiness.
As we walk,
On the road of life,
From spring to winter,
Such beauty at every step.
With all the surprises
Round the corner,
With all the emotions
That life brings.
And this moment,
In the words
Of the wondering poet,
Is the sensation of being,
That no words can reveal.
Man Fong Mei
London
24 May 2012
