When you open the window
sunlight and fresh air
surge in like a tide
they sweep the room
seek out every corner
where grime and mildew hide
carry them out
into nature
where all things are purified
but when winter comes
people choose to shut the window
to hold in bodily warmth
and once again
the murk returns
settling in the house
settling in the lungs
so perhaps open the window
just for a moment
don’t turn away from its surface cold
and miss a secret love
it keeps within.
The window knows
January 11, 2026
Deep in a quiet wood
a tree calmly studies me
I calmly study the tree
then I notice a tiny ant on its trunk
watching me quietly
out of curiosity
how nice
a place with no people
no harm is done
trees and ants
offering one another
gentle attention
in this still moment
the grass grows a little
the tree grows a little
the ant grows a little
and I grow a little, too
the clouds in the sky look
a little more beautiful
than usual
even if it is only a little
it is enough
a lifetime is such
an unknown yet seems forever
so how many moments do we have
to make this world
a little better?
Little ferns
January 10, 2026
In the corner of the balcony
flowerpots are arranged
resting in muffled rows
the soil
a gift from mother earth
cradles the rhythm
of green beginnings
look at the tender
emerald seedlings
shining like stardust
in each receptacle
minuscule glistening leaves keep reaching
ingesting the fresh sunlight gently
beside them are plants a little older and bigger
relaxed and unfurling their distinctive chords
they whisper in the breeze
stories of perseverance
and quiet resolve to grow
there are no vast fields here
every single splotch is an entire kingdom
a splatter of greenery
brightens the ordinary
playing the soft song endlessly
of life.
I gaze at them in stillness
feeling their small exuberance
in the cracks of this noisy world
they bloom pacifically
like fireworks of peace.
In the guise of
the very nature of life
the fragrance of flowers
the green of woods
the freedom of winds
the purpose of rains
with such boundlessness
the honesty knows no limits
no borders
no enemies
only the breathing
that’s right
poetry cares for the meditative breathing
even a single plankton
is a poem
a poem of life.
©2026, ChinHooi Ng.
Wonderful project
June 14, 2025
My WordPress imagery journeying
initiated in 2014
a teeny tiny literary seed
breaking through layers of nourishing soil
quietly blossoming
amidst the long river of time
for eleven years
it has been glorious
this is the bedrock for herbage
that incubates the promise of poetry
mining treasures of thought
from the furrows of life
pooling the power of faith
to stir the starlight of passion
brothers and sisters from all over the world
we met through words
devoted our love
wove experiences
into rich brocade
from inks and tips of pens
streams of glints disgorged
confidence in literacy
surges in the chest
a sense of duty
blazes on the shoulders
poetic tastes
roll deep and far
writers, editors, poets
brilliant constellations
lighting up the sanctuary
of poetry
thousands of members
scattered little fireflies
converge into an ocean of luminescence
laurels of this union
insignias from the association
these are proof of splendor
power of talents
look at the words of fellow lovers
soaring across platforms
like a spring breeze
over the verdant open field
like a spring of fresh water
moistening parched shriveled hearts
hundreds of the same themes
each one a symphony of inspiration
the spontaneity of ideas
fusion of fragrances
thrive in the cross fertilization
of communication
volumes of anthology
series upon series
the crystallization of ingenuity
the very vertebrae of intellect
carrying dreams
engraved in honors
grounded in the earth
traveling with the sunlight
speak up for poetry,
pass on this vital energy
that’s an abiding creed
WordPress poetry
a fertile terrain of literature
feeding innumerable untitled lines
a warm lively lighthouse
guiding the way of creation
may you forever flower
and prosper with the brightest
minds.
©2025, ChinHooi Ng.
Seeker
May 12, 2025
Tucked in the creases of towering mountains
a new mass of waterfall
plunges to the human world
drowning out the hustle and bustle
of restless cities
a lilting birdsong somewhere
awakens the forest’s hush
weaving through branches
exhaling the foul air of the industry
a blade of grass wakes
arches its back
stretching toward the light
the morning bell of the secluded temple meditates
evening wooden fish still swims and echoes in dreamy mantra
solemn statue of Buddha
murmurs: may you
be well
be safe
be at peace
footsteps of monastics fall gently
like feathers of a flying stork
gliding through the air
a seed of knowing begins to stir
within the quiet fertile soil
of the heart.
©2025, ChinHooi Ng.
Peach blossoms
April 23, 2025
Pellucid peach flowers held high
by fretwork of branches
begin to simmer
glaze colors glimmer
wild and uncontained
when the wind tiptoes past
counting the blossoms
the whole tree rings out
petal by petal
fragrance stitches up
the torn seams of time
promises once illuminated by her lips
now swell
it’s a
soft-pink
kind of madness
in this moment
every petal
calls out the name of my love
shining like rainbow on top of that white pony
drawn across the canvas of the sky
only when spring
steps deeper into the kernel of its season
do we begin to understand:
each blossoming
tree after tree
is a song of life
left behind
as time brushes past
our path
there are birds
flew out of the creases of springtime
perched now
on the stylish lines
in the sunlight
they comb their feathers
and sing
in the smooth breeze
they exemplify a patch of jubilation
fallen from the cloud
suspended gently
in the weather of April
They sway with elegance
then vanish soundlessly
into thickened mirth
shiny gleaming porcelain portions
all upside down
within the glaze
a restless heartbeat stirs
and when the fingers of the winds
tap the bells
silence bursts
with a bubblegum kind of clamor
all of this is
a seasonal embroidery
every thread
encoded by the deep nearby sea
when all the silk
pours toward the waiting earth
the pastel filigree fans out
thus the apogee
in the high tides of pink.
©2025, ChinHooi Ng.
Liberty
April 15, 2025
I long to break free from the bonds of convention
seeking that freedom
i yearn to run wild like a lion on the savanna
soar freely like an eagle over the sierra
swim unencumbered like a whale in unsurveyed moana
I yearn to be with the mountain winds
filling the buildings
in your city
listen to the oak waves
sing hymns
my heart an unruly bird
roams wildly across the vast expanse
of your heaven and earth
you were exactly
the warm sun of spring
broke into my wandering dreamland
sowing seeds of love quietly
here
hand in hand, we stroll over some hills
letting time drift away with our chuckles
shedding all worldly shackles
you once told me
freedom is not indulgence, though
it is fiery blaze
and I thought
even if it is that
why shouldn’t we
as naked as two moths
fling ourselves towards
the concluding brilliance.
©2025, ChinHooi Ng.
Ataraxy
March 8, 2025
Memory drifts back and forth
suddenly it touches something
the moon, the stars, the pink flowers, the dewdrops; or the eraser
I believe in the message of the springtime air
the skies above
I don’t have to dream to wake up
and blossom
far away
and incredibly near
catching some moonlight in the quiet
fragmented on the floor
the shadows of primroses in full bloom
countless patternings on the time-worn seal
it is still possible to find its clean heart and hands here
and to admit the peace and harmony
to be so pure
I will not meet it
I will not cross the twilight after dreaming
I covet the splendor of vernal days, its trousseau
on the crimson carpet
pleasures are long drawn out and thoughtless
the light that I seek
where does it chime and haunt
watermelon-flavored smoke wafts, caught in a daze
long-lost joys, fanciful but real
lukewarm water washes away my worries and
I lie in equilibrium among the green of buds
what’s the point of saying yes
it’s just a pale, sterile thing
It’s just fuzzy lust
that we welcomed
we meet, we part; we love, we weep
the distance wavers
butterflies flutter in clusters
embracing the majesty of a formidable mountain
river flows and swells
bathing your world
cleansing your spring, summer, love and hate
we split open the stomachs of many glowworms
yet we couldn’t find the secret of
phosphorescence
people who were plunged into loneliness
I think we’re still craving love.
©2025, ChinHooi Ng.
Ocean of quiet days
February 28, 2025
Many thoughts i have
about plum-colored springtime
usually gentle thoughts
and about days without love
my thoughts are gentle all the same
it seems i keep stumbling
not meeting the familiar one
in times when warmth dispersed
the grapes became seeds
in fields where camenila is gone
the sun shines like low tide
those hidden joys
they have no weight
ministrations of the heart are blue
for a moment
love and humility intertwine
to form the moon’s secret
when i think of the blossoms
i am indeed blessed and touched
the serenity the belongs here
it vows to be a lover
lengthy silence washed in darkness
no butterflies will come out of
the depths of some kind of
light
i believe
the village overgrown with clouds
will have angels
no despair in the pen of a believer
no lust in the world of pure
affection
doves, foliage, early spring, musical scores
when things sink into quiet
you are swarmed and enveloped
faces in the long years
densely illuminated
you’ll understand life, death, reincarnation
bonding and separation.
you’ll be convinced there is no innocence
in the hiding of fronds
you’ll believe there’s a great river and valley
siloed in the loneliness of words
through a wandering tunnel
out of the woods
i discovered the sketches finally
strong powerful flowers
peaceful paths
lying in balmy daylight
scent of a new prose
fresh in my nose.
©2025, ChinHooi Ng.
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