john tiong chunghoo Poems

sadguru sri sharavana baba
a smile, a smile, intimately
bringing blessings
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you dont need a human figure
to be able to think
you dont need a human body
to be able to talk
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The Card Players
the artist's brush with
the colours of fame
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the sea tonight
sweeping to us
the stars
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Athens, Georgia
beckoning us to the old days
Allen's red doors
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Big Sky winter
in powdery white
lines and lines of fun
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my mind is a fish
swimming in
the space of day
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there are works that wont be finished
after a thousand rewrites
the mind holds a larger sky
the years glide like the leaves
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this body itself
is a brewer of
intoxication
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dusk
lingering me
and my shadow
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