john tiong chunghoo Poems

our art is what nature
wishes us to paint

we are what nature
...

conscience
the path to heaven is
lighted by it
...

same blossoms
on my shirt ---
autumn field cosmos
...

the soul tells the body
you're my antenna
to the world
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our autumn years
like leaves we're blown together and asunder
...

the body's a hide
and seek center
to find one's gold
...

I love not eating
Too much the brain
Bogged down
Tied tired
...

I pacify my tummy --
my belly -- we all should --
the seat and facilitator
of desires -- translating
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the only grouse
about nature -- its
obssession with life
never ever let things
...

slowly, slowly colouring earth with a warm heart
Spring
...