Zhong Qiu

The day that was : 12 September 2011

It’s the Mid-Autumn festival, or Zhong Qiu festival . There were not much activities in the office and my work routines progressed at a rather snail’s pace. Allowing myself some breaks, I surfed the internet and read a heart-rending post by a blogger dedicated his writings specially to his close buddy who was killed during the 11/9 tragedy. And it’s been 10 years since the catastrophe, but as memory of images of twin towers slowly disintegrating and crumbling to the ground being brought back to mind, there’s somehow a sense of relief to know that this very same place which was once shrouded in utter fear and chaos in the aftermath of 9/11 has seemed to somehow regain a semblance of normalcy.

But with the passing of another anniversary I pray that those who have been affected by the tragedy will be dragged a little further from those painful memories, and instead choose to remember this very poignant event in their lives by embracing the days ahead with renewed hopes and dreams.

Because putting personal tragedy behind in order to move forward, albeit taking one tiny step at a time, is a prerequisite for living and, above all, an intrinsic part of life.

But death is also an intrinsic part of life...

I saw my boss descending the stairs clasping a newspaper under his arm at about 4.00pm and I ‘d wonder whether he’d decided to go back home early to celebrate the festival with his family.

If only he would allow us to go back 1 hour and 45 minutes earlier, it would have made us very happy.

But sometimes, you can’t expect too much generosity from your boss.

Zhong Qiu should be a time for merry-making and happy feelings but being affected by this one post I have read , I came to ponder about my own mortality and death in its own sense and decided to sneak a little time in between the mundane tasks at work by writing a letter to a Venerable Tze Fu who is now in Burma.

Dear Tze Fu,

Amitofu, how are you?

Time really flies while we are busy with life, now that it’s been close to one year since you left for Burma, I would not have noticed the swiftness with which time moves have I not stopped in my track for a while to ponder about people around me , and about you.

Just last Saturday I went to City Vege Restaurant and met with Lee Fang Tze Jie and asked her about you and how’s you’ve been doing. It’s nice to hear a little about you from her and the fact that you have been and are doing well in Burma. I believe you must have shown so much progress in your quest for spiritual attainment.

Indeed, both Yee2 and me ( I have related the news to her) are happy for you.

Yee2 is currently sill in the village. In fact she rarely comes down to KK unless there’s a need to attend to some urgent matters. She told me while she hasn’t yet determined as to the path to tread on she would treasure her time by paying more attention to her spiritual practice. Indeed the quietness and serene atmosphere in the village is a conducive environment to practice the Buddha’s teachings. Within weeks from each other recently she has received news of the passing away of her two close friends from Yuan Kuang, one a Tze Fu and the other her course mate, both gone before their time due to cancer. I sensed her sadness upon hearing the news but while she has to bear with the lingering loss she told me it also helps to strengthen her resolve to not waste time and to diligently follow the spiritual path.

I must admit the news of the deaths of her two friends have somehow also affected me and it made me think deeply about the impermanence of life and how we must not waste time to strive to add meaning to our lives by performing good deeds for the good of our own, and of others.

Last month Yee2 and I have together with family members and friends made a trip to Santavana Hermitage to make offerings to the monks and we were happy to be able to meet up with Kai Ying Tze Fu and the rest of the community of Bhikkhus and Bhikkhunis as well as to have a little chat and it’s indeed nice to be able to see them again.

Today being ZhongQiu festival in Malaysia. Do the Burmese people celebrate this festival in Burma too?

Till then, wishing Tze Fu a happy `Zhong Qiu’ and may Tze Fu be well and happy.

With Metta,
CJ

In the evening at my apartment, I thought of loved ones back home while eating my bowl of hastily prepared instant noodles and gazed at the full moon outside which was partially hidden behind some moving black clouds, it’s still looked beautiful despite the veil of darkness and I naively thought maybe I could capture a glimpse of its image via the lens of my digital camera but just as I returned to the balcony with the device the moon has already disappeared into the dark horizon.

Ah the transience of all things beautiful, soothing, and comforting..

This Zhong Qiu despite without its requisite elements, did bring forth in me a sense of calm, and contentment.

For it’s been a meaningful journey for me so far…