Unmoved solidity

Walls of reality

Indifferent to me

Manic emotions be

 Unyielding this despair

Not an inch had it spared;

If this be real, then I?

Where in­ schemed do I lie?

 Soul’s moving abundance

Witness my true substance

Unseen between these walls

That held an aching void

 Promised no answers toyed

Much too big a question

This emptiness had asked

A frantic quest too vast

 Untempered, gushed life’s task

To live this world so fast;

Whirlwind picks dust at rest

I, its journey and quest.

Cheung-Ling Wong

Ancestors

In my flesh and bones

When I am hurt

I hear weeping

 With fear

I feel a shudder near

When I jump

To whom joy belongs?

 Their happiness

Is much as mine

When I think

’Tis they that inspire

 With their effort

I now perspire

’Tis through my eyes

Their visions clear

 And whispered wisdoms

Through my ear;

What did suffer

Yet survived fear?

 It was I

And many lives dear.

Cheung-Ling Wong