Oct 032010
 

My dearest birth mother,

It’s been 33 years since I last looked at your familiar face, last heard your loving voice, last felt your warm heart beating against mine, last touched your soft hands. It’s been 33 years since I knew safety and trust at my very core. It’s been 33 years since I smiled and laughed without the hidden pain and sadness. It’s been 33 years ….

After all this time do you still ache for me?
After all this time do you still think of me?
After all this time do you still consider me your first-born daughter?
After all this time do you still hope for the best for me?

Do you regret
giving me up?
hoping for an unknown better future?
having me at all?

Now, where are you?
Now, where would we be if we were together?
Now, where are we?

Now,

Omma

Odi?

Always your birth-daughter,

Om Sun Hui.

 Posted by at 23:07
Oct 032010
 

Here are a few writings I’ve been working on:

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Dear Omoni,

Where did you go just moments after you left me for the last time? Did you hide somewhere to cry at the loss of your flesh and blood? Or did you hold your head up high and pretend that everything was going to be alright as you walked away? Did you hope that one day you would be able to see me again? Or did you begin to forget me from that moment on?

The story is that you gave me up to a foster family after taking care of me for a year. Did you really sign away your parental right to me or was it a mistake that they sent me away – to a foreign land across the waters?

Now, many years later, I’ve learned that you followed me across that ocean just a short year after I took the same journey there. Did you come looking for me? What were you thinking when you looked down at the land that had become my home for the past year and was now to become yours?

If ever I were to find you, these are the questions I would ask you. However, all I can question at the moment is Omma, Odi? (Mother, Where?)

Your daughter of birth,

Om Sun Hui.

 Posted by at 23:05
Sep 152010
 

Deep in my gut is where I feel it
Deep in my soul is where I know it
Deep in my heart is where I keep it

This feeling
This connection
This love

When I’m with you
The world slows down

When I’m with you
The air feels lighter

When I’m with you
The darkness fades away

Into the laughter
Into the joy
Into the peacefulness

Of this feeling
Of this connection
Of this love

~T
September 5, 2010

 Posted by at 19:34
Jun 062010
 

When I sum up all that makes me happy –

The color purple
Korean food
Teddy bears
White roses
A beautiful novel

Hope in humanity
Unity among men
Shared joy and laughter

My family
My true friends
My love –

The sun shines a little brighter
The air feels a little warmer
And I smile a lot wider.

-T
~June 6, 2010

Jun 012010
 

Why is it funny to joke –
“You’re adopted”

Is my life funny to others?
Is my lack of known heritage a joke?
Is my lack of identity with any country or culture something to laugh about?

Go ahead laugh it up
Go ahead enjoy your position of power
Go ahead try to forget the truth staring you in the face

I’ll smile along
I’ll hide the pain your joke causes
I’ll pretend to play your game

That’s what we do – the adopted –

We pretend
We smile
We hide

But know this –
My life, being adopted, is no dinner joke

It’s reality.

-T
~June 1, 2010

May 232010
 

They say laughter makes a
healthy heart.

For me, being with you is
just the start.

Not only do you make me
laugh,

But you really are like
my other half.

Where I am lacking
You are abundant
Where I am weak
You are strong

Time spent with you is
never dull.

You make every part
of me full.

I love you –
both parts and whole.

All this to say –
You are good for my soul.

~T
May 23, 2010

Mar 162010
 

The horns honk
The sirens blare
And I do not care.

The men gawk
The people stare
And I do not care.

The temperatures can conk
The weather may always be fair
But still I do not care.

For nothing can knock
Me out of this state, so rare
Because it’s for you

That I care.

-T
~March 15, 2010

PS Not a great one, but am trying with different techniques…. 😀

Mar 152010
 

Nothing creative today, though my emotions run high still with love, laughter and joy. Sometimes I think I need to be pinched to shake me out of this state of bliss I’m in. Yet, the truth is, why should anyone want out of this state??? So, I’m writing a more personal entry today – not usually found on my normal blog even- but, I think it gives some context to my current and future writing.

For most of my known life, I’ve been writing. It started at 8-years-old when I decided it was time to write things down so that I would remember them since I had vague memories before then. Most of what I had wasn’t good and with my new family (the Bilyeus) I was finally making happy memories that I wanted to keep. At the time, I didn’t know how long I would be staying with the family, so I wised up to the purpose of writing.

Now, over 25 years later, I write as reflection and a release. Sometimes it’s as if my thoughts and feelings aren’t real unless I’ve written about them and given them some solid form of existence in this world. I’m not sure what that’s about just yet, but I’ll continue to think on it. ;P

Occasionally I go back over my writings and reflect on how I’ve felt or the state that I was in. As I read back over my recent poems, I can sense the depths of my peaceful state. There’s no sense of uncertainty like there are in previous poems. (Do my random readers see this too?) Though I like to write about love or angst, or other such sentiments, I’m usually much less sure about the nature of my feelings or the ones I may claim to have them for. So, this current place I’m in is new and amazing. It’s like my mind has taken on a different level of peace, contentment and joy.

Every day I laugh. Every day I feel happy and content. I owe that to having found someone I love deeply and truly. He makes me want to be a better person. He makes me want to achieve more. He makes me feel beautiful inside. He knows my moods and thoughts often without speaking and we understand each other like few or even none have ever understood us before. Each day I make a prayer of thanks that he is in my life.

So, when I write, I feel like I strive to find the best ways to express/represent these feelings that run through my soul. Usually, I write to release the subtle or blatant frustrations or doubts of my emotions. Now, I’m writing to release the joy and bliss that is hard to keep bundled up inside.

And so, I’ll end my long post here. I’m in love. I’m in love with who I am. I’m in love with who I am with. I’m in love with who I am, with who I am with. And, while I would normally make a wry statement of sarcasm to lighten the vomit-factor of this happy-state; instead I’ll just end with a contented smile. 😀

Until next time…

-T

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Mar 112010
 

You are my north star
as the Earth spins

You are my sun
as the clouds roll in

You are my pillar
as the ground moves and shifts

You are my direction
as the wind blows.

It’s in your
embrace I feel safe

It’s in your
hands I feel sure

It’s in your
eyes I see security.

For you remain my constant
as life races on.

-T
~March 9, 2010

Mar 032010
 

I cannot access my regular blog while my usual computer is having surgery fixing its screen. So, this arena must suffice to carry my thoughts, which I prefer to keep separate from my writing – though I can’t really explain the logic behind doing that….

Lately, I’ve been considering the concept of being “an academic” and what exactly that means, looks like or embodies. I like to study, research, read. I love literature and absorb classic novels like water to a sponge. Yet, I cannot quote Shakespeare, recite famous poems or discuss the great literary theories whilst sipping a lovely Merlot (though I can definitely use some Merlot!). To me, it’s cliche to be the “literary” or “academic” who does this and yet it’s this persona that mocks cliches. A bit of a paradox, I say.

So, I wonder though, do I need to learn to play the role? Should I at last learn to act and finally participate in the game under the “normed” rules of society so that I might truly succeed?

Until now, I’ve generally succeeded in this game of life. Until now, I’ve basically seen my efforts pay off, some say it’s because I have not embraced the stereotypes that surround a person like me, with the interests that I have. Yet, I find myself wanting more, deserving more…and so I wonder, do I need to return to basic training and learn to speak, walk and live as an academic, an intellectual, a person of knowledge and wisdom so that I might achieve what I desire? Or will I be selling out somehow…?

-T

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