the years did to him <br />like they had to wines <br />a calmness, mellowness <br /> <br />-submissions to the divine <br />tempests, victory and loss- <br /> <br />they poured a shade onto him <br />like amber - leaves that return <br />a million years to shine like miracles <br /> <br />the halo round the buddha <br />circled the realms for answers <br />to every breath, every consciousness <br />before crowning him with triumph <br /> <br />every year of study of the sutras <br />brings new understanding, <br />new awakenings, a clearer sky <br />the manner vintage wine surprises (greets) <br />the tongue every new spring<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1914-iv-the-dead-2/
