john tiong chunghoo Poems

there is a sacredness
in the mountain
as it reaches up to heaven
humbly carrying spirits
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men
a model
of the workings
in the universe
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men count earnings
at end of day
cent by cent
up to its decimel
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little ant
hurrying
with its load
a creature
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the world
is a mass
of logic
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The curtain caressed by
The evening wind,
Doing a twist at the window,
Urshering fresh air and
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Stones piteously imprisoned in their
Dimensions; no sights, no thoughts, no
Tastes, no movements
Plants imprisioned in theirs despite
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i am shy
so is god's land
stripe it bare
and in no time
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good thought
almost always comes
from quiet thought
ask christ, buddha,
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Your gentle demeanor,
Caring and soft
Spoken, exudes a warmth
So irresistible -
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