Inside = Outside = Equal Fascination Poem by john tiong chunghoo

writing poetry
suddenly i realise
it is to a journey to
my own sanctuary
where i get a better
inkling of myself

those who read
and could follow
pick up a few
pieces of diamonds

i look into myself
and find a universe
similar to the one without

unreachable, without end

god's geometry
within and without
this human frame
would work out
- for me - to be only this;
equal fascination

two coins of the same
thing?

the real solution
perhaps we have
to wait for the
eternal master
to come with the
real formula

when we close our eyes
and look within
does it mean we look
into everyone's else
universes too
the ones locked in
each of us
unreachable, without end?

are we hands and legs
of the same spirit
like what the tentacles
are to the giant octopus?

are we lost in these universes
that bind themselves to us?
these universes a parasite
to our soul? the satan that refuses
to let go?