Oong Hak Ching

 A Blessing for My Life in Taman Sri Bayu Here, the wind speaks gently, the river flows with no hurry, and the trees stand in quiet strength. Here, my body finds ease, my breath slows, and my heart remembers what it means to be simple, to be free, to be well. Living here is not just shelter — it is sanctuary. May I continue to live with gratitude. May peace surround me like the morning mist. May this place remain a refuge, inside and out.

Aku tak perlu tahu semua rahsia alam. Yang penting —  tahu jalan keluar dari derita.  Tidak perlu dapat segala khazanah dunia. Tidak perlu bekerja keras diperingkat usia tua. Apa yang dicurahkan telah memadai.  Latih minda. Tenang hati. Tidak lagi lama hidup di dunia ini. Cukup untuk ubah hidup ini di saat akan pergi. 

 Airmata Hati Airmata jatuh, lembut bagai hujan, Namun di setiap titis, bukan derita siaan. Hati yang pilu tetap mengerti, Segala yang timbul, pasti akan pergi. Laksana ombak ke pantai senyap, Yang dikasihi pergi, namun tak lenyap. Dalam ingatan penuh cahaya, Mereka bersinar di malam maya.

 Langit berbisik guruh di awan, Petir menari di tirai malam. Daun-daun resah pun diam perlahan, Menunggu rahmat turun ke alam. Pokok-pokok bangkit tanpa suara, Akar bersedia menghilang dahaga Titis pertama jatuh di riba, Lalu bumi tersenyum bahagia Tidurlah damai di bawah hujan, Dengan alam diselimut tenang. Semoga mimpi berlayar perlahan, Menuju pagi yang indah gemilang.

 The Cats Who Came with the Rain A memory from Taman Sri Bayu It began with the rain. One wet day, a thin tortoiseshell cat, worn from a hard life, came quietly into the garage of a terrace house in Taman Sri Bayu. Her teeth were all gone, but not her will to survive. She found shelter — not because someone invited her, but because someone kind didn’t chase her away. Later, she gave birth. The neighbor where she delivered didn’t want her. They placed her in a box, with her tiny kittens, outside that same house. “We don’t like cats,” they said. But the house opened its silence to them. The rain fell, and a new story began. Two kittens grew strong — Lily, graceful and gentle, and Blackie, calm and clever. They stayed with their mother, the old tortoise, who had made this house their home. Later, five more kittens were born. For a while, they played in the corners and chased shadows. But one by one, they left. The last to go was Leo, a quiet male who lingered before stepping away into...

 Sungai mengalir tak pernah jemu, Daun gugur tetap bersatu; Hati yang sabar, tenang selalu, Tak cepat marah, tak ikut nafsu.