i like the white screen <br />i like the white paper <br />because they ask such <br />a simple task from me <br /> <br />write as you wish <br />think as you want to <br />or dont want to <br />I feel a white dove <br />flying amongst wondrous <br />cumulus clouds <br /> <br />meditate as much as i wish <br />so that the white becomes <br />a mere plane of zen, <br />a vibration of existence <br /> <br />i like the white screen <br />i like the white paper <br />because they ask just <br />such a simple thing of me <br />to swing myself and exercise <br />my thoughts so that i let loose <br />clouds, birds, stars and moon <br />in the minds of men <br /> <br />i like the white screen <br />i like the white paper <br />because they always <br />are my best friends, <br />open an infinite plane <br />for me to act out my antics <br />for the good of men, <br />exercise their minds and <br />let their humours flow <br /> <br />i like the white of the <br />screen and the paper <br />because they are always <br />there to accommodate me <br />to let the gift from heaven flow<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-white-of-the-paper/
