If Saint-Exupéry is right,
if it is only with the heart that one can see rightly,
if what is essential is invisible to the eye,
then write;
for writing exposes the heart,
makes the essential visible,
illuminates.

26 December 2021

Engraved on to the cover of a journal — a gift for Regina Morris on her 60th birthday (1 January 2022)— from Ibrahim J. Mariwa and Dr. Kavitha Murulitharan

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How many ways of love are there?

In this room in each of us,
in our family and friends unable to be here
in our beloved ones gone before us
how many ways of love are there?

Could you name the ways of love of the people closest to you?

Ways of love often hide from our eyes
moving silently, invisibly, instead

Today, a new way of love is moving in the world
their way of love —

it is unique; it is unfolding before us
it is radiating, reaching all of us
and, their way of love, will, sometimes, hide from our eyes
choosing to move silently, invisibly, instead

Today, a new way of love is moving in the world —
Jeremy and Junnie’s way of love.

Opening words at the wedding ceremony of Jeremy Vincent & Junnie Neoh
17 September 2022

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Then he came to you, you knew
Then you went to him, you saw
Now he is gone, do you know who I am?
Now you are here, can you see who I am?

You think love comes, love goes
I tell you, when love comes, I am, when love goes, I am
You think nowhere, somewhere
I tell you, nowhere is where I am, somewhere is where I am.

Then it was light, you knew
Then there was love, you saw
Now in the dark, do you know who I am?
Now you are lost, can you see who I am?

You think, out of darkness into light
I tell you, I am in the darkness, I am light
You think, out of pain into joy
I tell you, I am in the pain, I am joy.

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Soon it will be a thousand days
since you died.

My heart stirs now and then:
this is what to do next,
this is who needs you next.

I go to people who are sick,
to the one struggling, or stuck.

Someone needs me: I can help,
I perk up, I get to work.

In my usual way I give —
all of who I am

but, fire is gone. Nothing
sears my mind, my heart;
body and soul are not ablaze.

Stirring fades. I am only
embers now.

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To the mountain that is stalking me, that mountain of odds,
I say: get in front of me; don’t sneak around! I start climbing it,
though I cannot walk. Because I cannot walk, I grip it
with all my might though I can hardly use my hands.
One day I…

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Marianne Vincent

Marianne Vincent

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It seems like a lifetime ago. Someone who’d just met me said, “Your dharma is to be a writer.” I laughed it off. Now here I am, not wanting to do much else.