Two Sentient Beings Poem by john tiong chunghoo

poetry in progress


two sentient beings at the
edge of the other realm
in chirpy vocals sang their
hearts over the affairs
of the humankind

one of them crossly
opined: isnt it a cursed realm?
blood stains every inch
of the way and half the
creations has extinct
most stuffed into the
stomach which could
be big as the universe itself
desire big as the heart

and they say there are only
three dimensions when there
are as many as as the mind
has swum into being

and the brains can you
imagine they can work
computers but on their own
cannot tabulate up to seven
digits in three seconds
without falling heads
over heals

some of them practically walk
into their deaths
i helped some, by zooming
onto their intuition about
impending risks, some
got it, some didnt
i even sent dreams
just now i just sent a wave
into someone that he
would be very rich in the
near future and he did
show some response
I flew away anyway

would you love to be there
living with them anyway?

oh dear, you mean like
Buddha who taught them
a thing or two about the hereafter
noway, it is a realm where rats go to

for me, i would love to be just
flying in this, and whenever possible
give out a light or two to
deserving souls i might bump
into right below