Flight & Fear

after facing one too many close calls,
I instinctively sense gripping fear
each night before I get on a flight
there’s too many possibilities
this could go awry.
But I need this.
to know that nothing lasts forever,
to feel there’s nothing to lose
to challenge myself to grow,
I need to go.
Let us stare squarely at what we fear
and learn to grow wise with it.

12.22.2022

Active Quietness

I am looking for an organic silence;
an active quietness with a purpose
sidestepping from mindless noises
submerging into a zone of focus

it may be a minute difference,
but with a full purpose and focus —
you just wait and see — explosion:
one filled with all kinds of imagination.

고요함 속에
천천한 변화 속에
새로운 세상이
불꽃처럼 등장하길
기도하고 있다.

8.13.2022

Unchangeable

scenery before my eyes
blossoms into different shapes
heights, color, and, yes, scents.
with just a flick of a finger
with a grave weight.

Mind you, the weight of this act.
Let alone the sceneries,
mountains, oceans, and people,
thousands of millions of people
were passed by in a blink of an eye.

Yet remember;
remember regardless of this change.
the soft, unbreakable part of you
that you left behind.

also, remember your vow you made
in a blissful, youthful ignorance
to achieve what you’ve promised.
those bold promises you made
don’t let it go awashed into shade.

and lastly,
remember the love.
remember to love.

7.21.2022

Moving 2

like a delay before a good sneeze,
you know it is coming, until it’s in front of your nose;
and then, bam!
the deadline is here.
everything must change, the lights, the shapes,
the forms, the texture, the air, the color,
the warmth, the coolness, the wetness,
the hardness, the mythic enchantedness,
everything, everything must change;
and along with it, part of you must go too!
be careful; otherwise you might lose something precious.
witness.
remember.
then move on.

5.22.2022

Moving

I sense electrifying anxiousness
as I wait for the day to move out of my apartment
morning rituals, golden sunsets, night sceneries,
as if an invisible switch had turned,
will all be far out of reach
to live in a space is to build a life
to uproot what you had
it is rather heartbreaking
maybe there is a proper way to say goodbye
I just hope I can move on fine
and remember all the memories

5.21.2022

Shadow

there is something sticky in my feet
it drags along the sidestreet
it’s not the smudges of dog feces
it’s not the dried skin leather of mice

it’s like a second layer of skin on my face
like a large red paint on my countenance
that I cannot see for myself
like a fermented smell that permeates

but did you know,
like a sticky gum in your hair,
there’s a trick to rid of its gloominess
either cut the hair for a new look
or get the ice and freeze it for awhile

bright sunny day isn’t too far away
just look up,
it’s right there.

11.4.2021