Fruits Of Meditation Poem by john tiong chunghoo

the plants always stand in a meditative mood
there is an aura in the forest, that of sacredness
the flowers are the fruits of their spiritual endeavours
the more enchanting they are, the more accomplished
they have been in their quest to reahc the land of peace

the flowers are the mirrors to the climax of their meditation
in their pervasive fragant scents, their rainbow of colours,
the curves that work their way into our heart to distil an appreciation
of its inner sanctum, of pistils, stagmen, anthers, a macrocosm
of a nirvanic sanctuary where things beautiful rest so still