Went to the little cemetery at Sungai Petai this morning, to pay our respects to those family who occupy their long homes therein. It's located just off the main highway running to Melaka, but somehow manages to assimilate the roar of the traffic into its enveloping birdsong achieving a lively, fractured peace.
Praying over Mak's grave I was struck by the abundance of life in and around it: the foliage keen to push itself forward, the tiny flowers picking their spots amongst the greenery, and the insects scurrying non-stop, seemingly going nowhere, but no doubt purposeful in their way. So much going on. So much life in the deceiving stillness.
Nothing really ends, eh?
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