The metaphor
Ensemble of will and feeling.

If you lack of experience
prevents you from thinking broadly

If you lack thought, you can't act
deeply

If you don't keep poetry close, you won't have enough
to live

A life without lack is
the most lacking life.

No matter how good
things are, it's better to be
different than the same, no matter how bad
things are, it's better to be different than the same

A two-winged robin is
stronger and
can fly better than
a one-winged eagle.

If you don't like anyone, no one will like you.

they
edit my poems

morning and evening
four seasons

let them flow away
melt them away

let them sink in to them.

Finally
they became friends
sat on the beach
watched the waves of the sea
and talked about poetry

Neruda
spread a white towel
while the postman
just sat there
and enjoyed the beautiful moment.

A forest of huge buildings
A narrow road
A short path
A flimsy house
A poor sky
A quiet step
And
A whispering lover
A sound of kisses
A place where their watches and necklaces
A disappearance
A pawnshop in
April 06 2025.

Owl's wink on the branches
Hummingbird's trumpet in the air
Penguin's circus with snow *****
Parrots flying over the clouds
Toucan talk by the leaves
Flamingos dancing
Emu duckling thought
Kingfisher laughing
Pelican long running
for the peace of water falls
in Patterson mm

I painted your chest with
gray from white & black
I weared myself with
rain bows close to you
I satisfy our life with
children to walk in the rain
They covered the world with
words of blossom of birds
I write teeth, eyes, mouth, lips, hips, ears, hands, legs of winds
O my splendid sun
I shall take and give for you.    
            stars into the sky
I will build our cottage on the troubles
We shall sing for love itself.

Is life burning?
Autumn leaves
Can you burn the mountains?
Not hotly
But with a burning longing
To let me breathe
You give me
The grain in the storehouse
Rice, barley, honey
And the key to the storehouse
Where dusk is stored.

sound of insects
fills the air
while walking with wife
sounds of
wind's hairs
cicadas
crickets
and car headlights
as well as the whispers of loving couples
overflow onto the darkened road...

not the indifference of indifference,
but the indifference of interest.

Awake, friends
from the deep sleeping
in the chaos
with the green
between you and me
begins to break apart
to the road for them
Awake!
our love to drink of bear
following snowy mountain
of future of past
at present
wake up
at the time of hopelessness.

I saw your life
I sent away my life
I made my life a dream
You helped me
destroy your life
so that my life could blossom.

Robin ran
to that city
the most famous place
that everyone wants to visit
as Robin headed toward this city
that everyone knows
Robin thought to
"There are many people there
There are many cars there
The buildings there are tall
There are only geniuses there
All races are there
All the money is there"
Robin approached it
with fear and wonder
After living there for several years
Robin encountered people, cars, buildings, geniuses, all races, and all the money.
but Today
Robin fled from that place.

live
as if
today is
your last day
long for eternity.

live
as if
you will live
forever
long for today.

do not count what you have given,
but count what you have received.

He flew high in the sky
saw the clouds
saw the stars
and finally descended
taking into
the world
embracing
everything of the world
and landing with
the hearty laughter of the wind
My Robin
who faces that head-on.

rock rock rock
make waves to falls
          no regret
          know regrets

river river river
make leavers from falls
          no goal
          know goals.

It's like the difference
between water
before it falls
and water after it falls
It's like a water purifier.

When
going home
going to work
passing through the streets
sound of crackling
sound of fighting
sound of my hometown
welling up
from the ocean
beyond the buildings.

handsome
                true-love
mom
        making bed
                           cord you
        leaves
                   fain & doon
                   poisoned
handsome
                                  heart
on saturday sleeping hoping laughter brittle.

There are
majestic and enormous
waterfalls
that many people come to
see and admire
there are several waterfalls
that tourists are busy taking pictures of

There is
a small and humble
waterfall
that a few people come to
see and contemplate
there is a waterfall alone
they become friends and return to homes.

The poetry is sands, the words are snows
   The writing papers are glad to meet
The books are sold by money
   It is sweat & blood of tears

The coins are reading poems
   And we who have hot heart
Half life to know our jewels
   That is a long october in December.

To deny is to admit
To admit is to deny.

It is not about knowing
It is about understanding.

waves in your sea
   a Song of sky
cliff protects their sorrows
   high and high of moment

reloads in my river
   a lament of land
cliff protects their question
   low and low of forever..

Humans are unique, idiosyncratic, and conflicted of love.

while driving
something yellow
red
and black
fell onto the windshield
Was it a leaf?
Was it a butterfly?
Did I see it wrong?
after driving for a while
I saw it again.
It was the insect
I hated the most
It was two wings
The insect hesitated
looked at me
and flew away faster than
the car.

No matter how fast you fly,
can't escape this universe

If you can escape, it won't be at
speed.

This moment is also happy because
(this moment) will end

It is not the beginning of misery.

A woman holds her
starving son in her
a right lap
gazing off into the distance
where her drooping eyes linger
where she is more precious than her child
who is not coming
relief vehicles.

love
life
mountain
purity
sea
sky
happiness
movie
train
cosmos
co­ndor
HEavY & ***** work
hello & goodbye
and my poems
fan winds.

early April, spring
beyond the hill of curiosity
the road ahead
looking up at the sky
in front of me.

The world has gone mad
People who don't say that the world has gone mad
point fingers at those who cry out that the world has gone mad
saying they are mad
Pointing fingers is not sad
but it is sad that it is not the world
but people who are going mad
It is so sad.

Someone once said,
“love is like cutting water with sword”
there is no blood,
there is no wounds
it is divided
soon
reunited
even if you stab it
even if you are stabbed
that's right
but love is changing

That is sad.

Hatred
made
a path
to meet
love.

The way we live each day
is not a job

Poets who think of writing poetry as a job
have no choice but to live a life unrelated to poetry.

I visited the son of an acquaintance who was hospitalized for mental illness. He is kind and intelligent, but his anger prevents him from functioning properly in society. I think he developed this illness after suffering from intense competition while working at *** in the United States. My wife and I went to talk with him, and he seemed much better. He waited for us to speak, responded, and even played arm wrestling with us. Meanwhile, next to us, a 60-year-old mother was visiting her 40-year-old daughter. The daughter was constantly shaking her legs, had almost no expression, and seemed listless, but she continued the conversation. However, the mother greeted us, introduced her daughter's name, and expressed pride in her. Despite her daughter's many shortcomings and problems, the mother cherished and took pride in her daughter, and I experienced a truly beautiful moment feeling the mother's maternal love.

Early in the morning
blocking out the sound of cars
carrying the sound of birdsong
on the leaves
snails
mind is busy
sharpen senses
open eyes wide
And walk down the road. without friction...
hurried steps lead to
that place
Irene's full moon water drops
dedication of the environmental beautification worker,
endure of slowness
the air's hair
cleaning the world's trash
moist and soft lotion
a snail's day today
an S-shaped nail  same
the filament inside the red light bulb.

It stands out from the other gates
It is a gate that is there but not there
a small gate
the most beautiful gate of all

It is a gate that does not require a key
It is a gate that all can open
It is a gate of love

A gate that sings as the wind passes by
A gate that sings as the moonlight passes by
A gate that makes everything sing
including the puppy
—the gate interwind with beings.

Value symbols, but don't become a symbolist.
Value images, but don't become an image-oriented person.
Value form, but don't become a formalist.
Value facts, but don't become a realist.
Value philosophy, but don't become a demagogue.
Value the invisible, but don't become a religious fanatic.
Value resistance, but don't become a revolutionary.
Value romance, but do not become a romantic.
Value history, but do not become a historian.
Value leadership, but do not become a dictator.
Value intelligence, but do not become an intellectual.
Value liberation, but do not become a surrealist.
Value ethnicity, but do not become a nationalist.
Value freedom, but do not become a liberal.
Value equality, but do not become an egalitarian.
No matter how valuable it may be, do not express it as an ideology.
That does not mean you should become a decadent.

Today I went to a Leonia Park with grandchildren. I was busy playing with them. at some point I noticed an unfamiliar child looking up at me and smiling. The child was wearing shabby clothes, had unkempt hair, sunburned cheeks. But that was so lovely like a gem in the mud but another child with nice clothes, well-groomed hair, and sun-kissed cheeks can never possess it. despite my own worn-out smile, I smiled back at the child as a gesture of gratitude. Then the child began to follow us and played together. especially the view of the child struggling to lift Samuel and trying to place him on a horse saddle or staircase is indescribable in words. Then I saw the child's back as she returned to parents. soon after someone called out "Irene" so I thought the child's name is Irene. Irene came over with a cookie in the left hand and placed it in Samuel's hand and then returned to them. I imagine they might be crying somewhere in the playground. I called Irene and gave two oranges and yogurt, gesturing for Irene to eat them. Irene enjoyed the first few drinks and then took them back to them. This time too, I didn't watch Irene go back to them until the end. Before long, darkness fell and I left for home with the children and Irene's gaze in my heart.

even if it's boring
write
even if you don't feel moved
as you write
you will find it.

When I look at the clock
I realize that time passes quickly
and it is precious

Let's live with a sense of time.

Don't get angry about things
that interfere with
your writing
Poetry is hidden
within them.

Today, I went to a nearby playground park with grandchildren for a change. I was busy playing with the children when, at some point, I noticed an unfamiliar child looking up at me and smiling. The child was wearing shabby clothes, had unkempt hair, and cheeks sunburned from the sun. But that smile was so beautiful—like a gem hidden in the mud, something that children with nice clothes, well-groomed hair, and sun-kissed cheeks could never possess. So, despite my own worn-out smile, I smiled back at the child as a gesture of gratitude. Then the child began to follow us and play together. Especially the sight of the child struggling to lift my second son, Samuel, and trying to place him on a horse saddle or staircase is indescribable in words. Then we saw the child’s back as he returned to his parents. Soon after, someone called out “Iren,” so I think the child’s name was Iren. Iren came over with a cookie in her hand, placed it in Samuel’s hand, and then returned to parents. I didn’t look at the parents. I thought they might be crying somewhere in the playground. So I called Iren over and gave her two oranges and yogurt, gesturing for her to eat them. She enjoyed the first few bites and then took them back to her parents. This time too, I didn’t watch Iren go back to them until the end. Before long, darkness fell, and we began to take the children home.

not cold
not hot
warm

How can we stop love when it happens?

what is strong is not great
what is great is not strong.