from whom does
the spider learn
to weave her
intricate web
so that she could
meditate on the
eight fold path?
two by two the
eight labourers (her legs)
of the path rest
after a day's pf work
and the master sits
the whole time
in the centre
of zero thought
- and heaven never
forgets to send
him his daily
requirements
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I would like to translate this poem
Very profound. A true John Tiong Chunghoo original. You have a fascinating mind. Warm regards, Sandra