john tiong chunghoo

Veteran Poet - 1,865 Points (Jan 21,1960 / Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo East Malaysia)

The real master


a part of me
i could name you
all their functions

a part of me
i could not fathom

the master
behind them all

the same master
works the lotus
each morn
petal by petal
little by little
till it dances
like a pretty lass

the water
when it drips its last
from the world
i too would follow suit

when the master
thinks it time for
all the blooms
to call it a day
and say goodbye
i too would follow suit

the plants, water, light
and me are one
as blood is to this physique

me bound to the world
tight as steel
though free to roam

mother and child

when the conscious part,
the physique go

i join the trees, water, and the master
to work his world

late grandma
see she is now a row of seeds

Submitted: Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, February 21, 2006

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