Tanka - Grasses Bend To The The Wind Poem by john tiong chunghoo

grasses bend
to the wind, rustling
i remember mom's graceful hands
as the leaves bend to
the shape of a basket

childhood lesson -
adult ants in a line
showed me what hierarchy
and getting organised
are all about

turtle; 'we're
slow that's because
we never need run for cover.' (SENRYU)

the widow's death
in place of her piano music
i miss is the furin
that rings frantically
now and then like it misses her

eden's apple
yes, buddha was right
desire is the cause
of sufferings
eve and adam hopelessly created with it

starry expanse
i savour the buddhist's thought
that i existed since time began
that all these stars
have all along been companions