There is a need to find a way.
As long as we keep on digging,
there should be a way.
Let’s keep on going.
Leave the naysayers.
9.21.2025
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
it’s yet another fresh start,
full of unknowns.
a whirlpool of butterflies in the heart,
ghosts of olden memories groans.
true to it all along
the unconscious calling
atoned for deeds gone wrong
now rising to face challenges
I pray this path will be the way
the way of becoming
what is true to all that is laid
the road to the living
새로운 시작을 맞이한다.
초심을 잃지 아니하며
이 길이 먼 훗날
떳떳한 길이 되길 바라며
8.24.2022
the black crow, fear, has arrived again.
hawking large black wings arrive one by one.
like shadow it is silent when it arrives.
even air feels colder. or have I imagined it?
familiar, though, it is.
a lonely path one must take to the world,
I wonder what will be at the end of this tunnel
may it be hope.
may it be hope.
7.25.2022
we can’t ignore we live in a selfish world
it is rather virtuous to be self-interested
not because of bitter reasons
but because when you walk the walk
the path so tortuous and lonesome,
in the end of long tunnel, there might be light
perchance collision of shooting stars
the explosive beginning of all
and I am grateful for you
to have walked the walk
and to collide with me
here and now
5.16.2022
have you no fear of loneliness?
then perhaps, people shedding is your thing.
shedding away people who don’t
see you as you are,
or do see you as you are,
and choose to severe ties anyways
like a meteor shedding away
impure addendums in stratosphere
gliding ever faster, with an ease,
exploding every second with peace
live your life the way you can
let the stars collide
be that as it may turn into a star
or a black hole engulfing all
12.29.2021
grasping on to fleeting photos
crushing fragments of memories
flowing silky sand in an hourglass
rumbling sound in the far above sky
unquieted prayers of unmet goals
weight pushed onto each foot
gravity of time pulling skin and bones
fleeting worries hung in tree branches
we walk down the path
a narrow path open
in the middle of a wide park
one and only for you
12.6.2021
grasping on to fleeting photos
crushing fragments of memories
flowing silky sand in an hourglass
rumbling sound in the far above sky
unquieted prayers of unmet goals
weight pushed onto each foot
gravity of time pulling skin and bones
fleeting worries hung in tree branches
we walk down the path
a narrow path open
in the middle of a wide park
one and only for you
12.6.2021
When the gentle breeze in the dusk
Calls me to the path I’d taken long ago,
I’ll go. Pack my suites and a wristwatch
Notebook and a pen in my hand.
I’d trudge through the dark night
Content in companions of stars and a moon
I’d silently walk the road alone again
Bracing for the unknown.
When the sun starts to rise, I’d thank
For being alive, of having seem the light
And keep relaxed but steady gaze forward
When the sun is up high and blazing
Peacefully, as if nothing cold happened
I’d throw a quick glance at back when
the sun starts to set over the horizon of
The ocean beach or clouds over mountains
Smile a smile just to smile.
4.4.2019