john tiong chunghoo

Tongue Of The Creator

everyday we push, slice, chop
a knife ego sharp tearing out love
spilling from a cosmic mouth perennially
whispering to us, taking us over a fountain
of denials and wants, a thorn between good and evil
we hold onto for guidance, slipping at times
a tongue wears heavy on the heart, but grow wings to
lift us into bliss when we take to the lesson it dispenses

Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2012
Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2012

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