john tiong chunghoo (Jan 21,1960 / Sibu, Sarawak - Land with Cat City, Swan City, Oil City and the World's Largest Cave Mulu)

beautiful and powerful in only a few lines. I've felt like this in relationships, and can totally relate. Not knowing or being in indecision is the worst

Its more challenging to venture in between the beginning and an end, is it not where the actions are? Though provoking poem, simply deep thought! A 10 for me!

nice write

I feel I am hanging in space with this poem... flying above and wondering where to go next... very evocative John, thank you xxPenny

Very philosophical and intriguing to think about. Questions, questions, but why ask. You can hand your clothing without knowing where the beginning or ending is. Just jump in, do it. Hmm? What is 'hang my mind' all about?

Perhaps my friend there is no begiinning and no end just a nvere ending succession of lives in which we progress ever upwards

This poem speaks to me on many levels. I like the search for comfort in defining which is beginning and which is end.

I really liked the 'simile of cloth on a hanger in the wardrobe.' But why do you wish to hang your mind? I am curious to know.