john tiong chunghoo Poems

the trees, the mountains and rivers
transmit layers of consciousness
songs of incarnated states
now nature looks me back in the eyes
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Paris spring
street by street we explore
the city like a flower
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marathon des sables
the desert filled with
the memory of moses
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St Lucia Jazz Festival
whizzing in my ears too
sweet carribean breeze
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one striking Thousand Islands memory
a tug of war with
a 10kg trout
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rebirth
the last life is
a forgotten dream
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december ganges at Vanarasi
the freshness of morn suffuses the heart and lung
giving the mind a great and sacred space to breathe
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Spring rain
my heart inches
with the myraid buds
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Denali National Park
his camera makes me
kiss a grizzly bear
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award winning son
friend asks he was the one
with the violin years ago
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