Seventh month is the month is Singapore where people remember the dead and give offerings. It is said that on the seventh lunar month, the gates of hell open and the ghosts are free to return and roam the earth. Also known as Zhong Yuan Jie 中元节.
This drawing is dedicated to my neighbour that sadly decided to leave this world at a young age.
I paste my artwork on the wall outside my house But you are not here to share it with me, when you walk down the corridor. Its the seventh month, but i can’t feel any ghosts, only light. I almost died But you actually died In all my years rooftopping i never fell. If it is a matter of luck, we could trade places. Maybe if my artwork had been on the wall sooner, we might have talked and said hello. I don’t understand, in my life i met so many people to help, But i didn’t know you. The Gods gave us different paths, even though we live on the same floor. Standing above a city of lights, I have landed. You have landed as well. Hopefully somewhere better. I will pray for you. This drawing is for us. You’re dead I’m alive. We can look at the lights of the city together From the floor we live on.
Dark shadows rising, Dark shadows falling As we pass through winter The light heats through the dark Of heavenly pain All beings experience the weather And it changes The leaves on the tree Some seeds begin to flower And birds fly away Never to be seen across The eastern sky again.
Wishing you all a warm, safe, happy and healthy Merry Christmas ❤️ In some parts of the world Christmas is celebrated till the 6 Jan. We celebrate till then ! This is a little Christmas special !
A beautiful spiritual tree, Grew in a sacred grove. Though his branches were a warm brown wood, His leaves were gold and deeper They were silver. He was a shy tree, For all to see. His heart the colour of his leaves.