john tiong chunghoo Poems

Buddha's thoughts found its roots at the
Bodhi tree, budded and bloomed into
A thousand flowers blown to all corners
Of the world converting myriad thoughts of
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it is not because of
the promise of heaven
i pour out my love to you
not because the priest
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uncertain future

alone she puffs
smoke covers her face
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depth of autumn
all his words that
have fallen on deaf ears
he walks over leaves
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a glimpse
the half opened door
some would say
a half closed door
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in me
the identity of the tree
as i look
and as i talk
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if you bump into a soul
never raise the word 'death'
for it is taboo to the other world
it's something fashioned for men
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summer field
how light the sky is
to the dragonflies
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your frenzied breath
each time after making love
my spirit finds comfort trailing
the voluminous air you breathe
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death
unearths
years
and days
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