grasses bend <br />to the wind, rustling <br />i remember mom's graceful hands <br />as the leaves bend to <br />the shape of a basket <br /> <br />childhood lesson - <br />adult ants in a line <br />showed me what hierarchy <br />and getting organised <br />are all about <br /> <br />turtle; 'we're <br />slow that's because <br />we never need run for cover.' (SENRYU) <br /> <br />the widow's death <br />in place of her piano music <br />i miss is the furin <br />that rings frantically <br />now and then like it misses her <br /> <br />eden's apple <br />yes, buddha was right <br />desire is the cause <br />of sufferings <br />eve and adam hopelessly created with it <br /> <br />starry expanse <br />i savour the buddhist's thought <br />that i existed since time began <br />that all these stars <br />have all along been companions<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tanka-grasses-bend-to-the-the-wind/
