Lard

There is an ennui in the air confined in this fine wooden box

This large wooden box encasing the air surrounding the humans

Loose enough not to suffocate, sturdy and touch to withstand the rain

The box warps the space, the flow of time, and docks under the freedom to move

Whispers of doubt, of pride, of fatality lurks under the shadows of the box.

When shall we be free from this cage?

Only when we mute the whispers in mind and break away from the gravity of oneself, we might taste that sweet freedom.

5.8.2021

Lineage

I looked up, touched by a gentle breeze

ocean of green leaves waving softly

in the background of blue panacea

like a childhood daydream over a classroom window

I looked down, my feet digging into dark brown wet mud

quietly soaking into my sneakers and socks fabric,

leaving a trace of its presence on me

as I leave my foot print on it

When nobody talked

the Nature spoke.

5.4.2021

Wait

under the sun in the sky
two ants may jostle and hustle
but in the end forgiveness is what’s remembered
before the cloud sets in and wash them away

even babies are born with thousands of battle scars
but never shook hands with their nemesis
we shall arise through leap of faith,
as we wait for the Godot

12.24.2020

Poison

when a toxin is mixed into your system,
it doesn’t stand out initially
no color, or taste, or form, or texture
it blends right into your system quietly

as your system churns and grunts,
the poison rides the tide,
seeping deeper into the core

but when you stop and let things drop
just as all things that die should
the poison suddenly takes its leave
as you quietly stare and fare it well

12.23.2020

De-Clutter

de-clutter your mind.
the critters of electric news,
stalkers of princes and princesses
won’t salvage you from the void.

whirlpool of thoughts buoyed
in the center of the abyss is what you know
in your heart to be true as it always’ been.
For now, close your eyes to open your mind.

12.22.2020

Dream

during my sleep talking at night
I had dreamed of a trip to a world evolving
like a plume of smoke that arises
after things burned down

it was a world so fast and mystical
I stood still and stared at it wondering
how I can ever get on with my trip
but I realized this was all but a dream

the journey continues
even as the world falls.

12.22.2020

Cut

walking in darkness,
mountain-high giants
silently all appear around.
‘can you make the cut?’ they ask.

‘sure why not’ I answer
while my standard still glows
I stare at my hands both
bloodied by both fresh and old scars

12.19.2020

사실은

사실 너라는

기억을 품에 안고

엉엉 울었단다.

유리와 같이 투명하며

태양과 같이 새하얗고

시퍼런 칼날 같이 날카로워

뛰쳐나가려는 너란

기억을 부둥켜 안고

어금니를 악 물고

두 눈을 질끈 감고

지평선까지

이 세상의 모든 시간을

모래로 담은 이사막을

묵묵히 걸어 가며

울었단다

Apologies

Apologies.
I must go where I’ve set my eyes on
carousel around the paradox
had been a joyride while it lasted.

I remember my roots.
I remember my promises.
I remember my comrades.
I remember my angels.

Apologies.
But I must go where I’ve set my eyes on
Pushing all that blocks my path
Keeping truth in my heart.

12.16.2020