art is so many parts of the cakras <br />divine colours breathing through selves <br />locked in a painting every colour works <br />to soul up the images loosened <br />and patched over a field of creativity <br /> <br />we thought we have only one, two or three selves <br />until they all come knocking at the intelligence <br />like an alcoholic pining for the sip of his day; <br />every shade fills up an emptiness struggling to breathe, <br />a magic wand enlivening the senses<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-art-one-art/
