Are you google-ble?

I've just realised that I am not googlebled, Vino! But my sister is though. She is part of the Malaysian Association of Speech Therapists. Isn't that incredible! Ok, I am going to write my name and details in this blog just to see if I can google myself out. Weellll, you never know. Someone out there might just be mezmerized enough after meeting on a bus or a train or a plane and the only clue he has of me is my name and city! So here goes:

Name : Ching Ying Chiang as the Americans or westerners call me. I prefer being called Chiang Ching Ying.. The first sounds like pots and pans falling down the stairs! Yikes!
Meaning: 'Ching' means "shine of the stars"; 'Ying' means "luminicence of a gem, probably a
jade"
Malaysia's my country but I must admit that my loyalty to the King and Queen of England (when the man steps up to the job!) is still deep and strong. I am what you call 'a typical result of colonization'. I wonder if Portland Bible College might sway my loyalties to embrace the American sentiments or be swept into the phonological currents of the American retroflect-drawl. God forrrrrrrrbid!!!!
ok.. that's enough about me. What a silly post this is!!! So much for my silly attempt to be google-bled! Gosh!!(In John Adams' style - you gotta see him before you can imagine this Napoleon Dynamite expression.. hehe)

Pain Sublime

Surge and ebb, Surge and ebb
My heart is swelling
Hauling in the sweetness of the Divine
Too much to grasp
Too precious to lose
His divineness
like fine sand

In the quietness of silence

In the quietness of silence,
In the leaning of one's head,
Upon the bosom of safety's love,
I hear Beauty's melody.

In the quietness of silence's song,
In the leaning down of one's soul,
Upon the bosom of beauty's melody,
I hear the Whisper of Ages.

In the quietness of words,
Whispered onto white paper,
In the spin of an overwhelming calm,
I hear the dizzying currents of the Musician.

Oh Lord, such beauty silence holds,
Beauty found in the song of haunting flutes,
Luring, the strings reply. Soaring, crescendo!
I remember Eden's song of lost beauty.

The Hallowed and majestic flesh - dancing,
The Stronger grasping the hands of clay,
The Dawn of Love laughing - twirling
His beloveds, cleaving to their Breathgiver,
Such visions I dare not lose -
Should quietness shatter into noisy splinters.

Losing sight of Your face,
Going blind, going deaf to Your song,
Songmaker, Songmaker, sing me Your story -
Songmaker, Songmaker, imprison me, besiege,
With the passion of Your heart th' cry of Your spirit.

Reveal the essence of who You are,
Bury me in the refrain of an embracing knowing,
Earthly Bride, Immortal Groom,
Clutching the hem of Your skirt over me.

Crush the clutter inside, bright quiet Holiness,
Breathe and still the shame within,
Reveal instead the sleep of the quieted,
Like a child weaning, waiting at his mother's breast.