little things
left outside life circles
turn out to be the cakes
on this haiku table.
my mind darts from
one angle to the other
seeking the exquisite dish and lines
to reward the gem of each moment.
the birds which sing all these years
in my garden have become meditation points
and special mediums peeping into future.
and the rainbow at the waterfall that glorifies her silky tresses a sultry dream
crushing one into the mini-waterfall swivelling into her cleavage;
the frogs on the lily pads models for novice monks trying out zero thoughts.
with a pen and a pad, i squeeze
the whole world into my favourite three liners
john tiong chunghoo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haiku-adventures/
