A Space To Thrive Poem by john tiong chunghoo

time and mind never
meet eye to eye

time is a master
with limitations

anyone who has
a brush with it
will tell you why

it leads us all
down the wrong alley
and die

it is ying, the
female energy
darkness
a stasis in disguise

the mind is a master
of a heaven
of freedom

it is yang
the sun
light that
spreads life
and cheers

a mind just
refuses to be
shadowed
pigeonholed

it is an inquisitive
child all out on
his two feet
crawling, walking,
running, standing or
falling

time finds itself
all too
inadequate
to keep up
with the mind
or within the grasp
of its two hands

the mind
can be where it
likes to be

in as well as
out of time

any place
anywhere

time sadly needs
a space to
thrive, a
dimension
to give it
significance
a mind that
extends a
helping
hand to
help him
walk the walk