Expectation invites despair, despair brings expectation.

Is casting a fishing rod
Without bait
Into the dark sea
And waiting.

The act of remembering is like blank paper for a pen.

When flesh and soul
Cannot together break down the walls
One power
Will let you breathe
And for you, create
A single door.

I
do my utmost
to care for
my children's children
yet my own children
they do not do their utmost for me
I feel hurt
then I recall
my own attitude toward my parent
who loved them
with all their heart

How much must their heart have ached?
How betrayed must they have felt?

Now,
no matter what happens
I no longer feel hurt.

Everything
must be organized completely
to wield power effectively

Put things where they belong
make them do what I should
and discard useless things
in the trash

Without waste
everything can be solved
like a math problem—
dominance, order

Ah, but first
there is one thing
absolutely essential.

every action
whenever possible
A good deed
must be
do it sincerely
otherwise
They become boomerangs.

morning sunlight
taste of classics
passionate eyes
snowflakes touching eyelids
when buying a dusty poetry collection
puppies
when water and oil mix
sunshine showers
forest bathing
loneliness and solace of a masterpiece echo
gentle shoes
poetry that chases sleep away
songs that hide the singer
friendship stronger than love
Unjust hug.

In anyone's biography
is it not
becoming a word
of love?

To eat humble pie
If it were possible.

Do not take pride in it
Do not think of yourself as a poet

River flowing beneath your feet
Tears are flowing.

Swallows
Unable to depart
The days of the family meeting.

I miss elementary school
Those friends from back then
The things we enjoyed together
Events still vivid in my mind
I miss these times
And what comforts me
Is that back then
In that place
With those people there
I had the biggest dream.

-missing Jeon

It's been far too long since we last met
Meeting is far too difficult
I called mom
Hearing her voice
Makes me want to see her
And seeing her
Makes me want to meet her
So I couldn't call
I called my mother
With the most soothing voice
She said
“I'm not sick, I'm healthy”
And then there was silence so I waited
Then I called again
Even after calling ten times
She doesn't answer the phone
I always blamed the phone, but now I think
I will know and understand
Now at last.

Greed in
Recklessness
with Hypocrisy .

People consumed by greed
Striving to be strong
Before the explosion
a balloon
Expanding and extending
The dawning dawn
a storm without eyes
Soon after
Will become ripples.

Those consumed by greed
Weak yet striving to
be strong
Before the explosion
a balloon
The dawning dawn
a storm without eyes
Soon after
It will become ripples.

Present.......(present) reality
Past.......(past) reality
Future.......(future) reality

All of these
appear as newness when they grow old
in the gift of present

Of course,
it doesn't happen by itself

You can do it alone.

Present.......(present) reality
Past.......(past) reality
Future.......(future) reality

All of these
appear as newness when they grow old
in the gift of present

Of course,
it doesn't happen by itself

You can do it alone.

Focus on reality, not the present moment!

The rock is solid
through wind and rain
it stands firm

The tree sways
in the wind and rain
it dances

One day

The rock, like a tree
though no rain falls
and no wind blows
sways and dances

Beside the rock
the petals of
YELLOW SUNNY-PLACE CINQUEFOIL
blooming brightly
tickled the rock's waist.

Concepts go to things
Things return to concepts

The thing itself, the vessel, the concept

Incomplete completeness
Complete incompleteness
The empty house of concepts and things
A cup of wine drunk in that house
That is the beginning of poetry

Before the mirror
One sees not one's own image
But the world in which one stands
If
That is not seen
They are not a poet
But a wastepaper dealer
—it is money alone.

Everyone tries to shed their burdens
Burdens are useless things
Useless things are discarded
Everyone tries to shed their burdens
Burdens are useless things
Useless things are well discarded
Useless things do not become burdens
A carefree life without burdens
No sweat
No tears
No regrets—the light weight of life
Life
Nothing to see
Nothing to tempt
No fragrance
Never drowned in the sea of love
No weight becomes a burden
A song of love
Car headlights
Beneath blue mountains
Following the blue road
Toward a blue future
Moving forward
Please don't abandon me.

Bearing a single yoke
They trudge along
A single path

Plowing without complaint
Down dirt rice road
Whose end remains unknown

Battling the iron flies
Finish their work and
Head toward master's house.

He
was weak in everything
But
in one thing he was strong
That was money
Because he did not love it

It was his fate.

MADE anxiety
to suppress IT.

As it prepares to set sail
The wind grows fierce
The waves rise high
The birds' moans grow low and muffled
And people scatter
Like a swarm of clouds
Time approaches in endless repetition
Above that sea
Tears, thoughts, and grievances
Someone sings from the bow
It is not the captain
The sound of applause for comfort and healing
Circles the void and strikes the sails
As the ship moves
The engine moves
Hands and feet and shoulders
And gazes all move the engine together

Without promise of return
The ship departs
The flock of birds vanishes.

I
became autistic
half by birth
and half by surviving death's door
I
have lived over fifty years
battling these traits
I
have improved greatly
navigating the world's ways
and my own path
so now
I write poetry
and share messages of love
But
I learned yesterday
That my thoughts, words, and actions
Have caused pain and anger
To those who love me
I realized this yesterday
It's not too late, even now
I must not torment others
Let the world turn as it should
I'll just write poetry diligently
Let that be my life
Let us not torment with clumsy love
Rather
the lamp of the future
the oil of lamp of the present
the lamp of the present—
solitude is better
Solitude shared with the suffering of
children and the elderly
is better still

Today is Saturday
I must make up my mind and go to Williams' birthplace.

Two people who only talk about taste while eating
Two people who only talk about health while walking
Two people who only talk about competition while watching sports
Two people who only talk about politics while living in the world
Two people who only talk about others while being unhappy
A person who only talks about selling while writing
Two person who only talks about beauty while looking at faces.

You must begin
not with those near you
but with those far away
Of course, the destination
the people by your side.

Love me little
with me

Love me long
without me

Do not white out.

Use silence to your greatest advantage.

This too shall pass
You too shall pass
I too shall pass
They too shall pass

Do not fear
Do not doubt
Do not frown

The love of grace
Will always remain
Beside you who give thanks.

In the early 1960s

When I was lonely
           she played with me
When I was hungry
           she fed me
When I couldn't sleep
           she stayed by my side
When I was sick
           she cried
When I was crawling
           she held my hand
           finally
When I went to school
           she saw me off
When I got married
           she spent a month in the ICU without rest
           Yet I visited her only once
Her love, which I cannot recall
lost in memory like her name

Even now
sixty years later, when I think of her
tears of Gratitude
come alone.

Pelican's Safe Flight
Where is it?

Social Distancing

The Balance between
Order and Power

Social Distancing

Trust and Love of
Independent Dependence.

1-100
Before
After
Consider the numbers

Though the quantity of numbers may differ
The quality of numbers
The value of life
Does not differ

Therefore

1 year OLD
100 years OLD.

(            ) people see others through their own broken mirrors.

Who ordinary human bear the traits of genius,
Who love carries the characteristics of hatred.

Seek the night
Hidden in the rain
Light the fire
Shake the sun.

Because
I fear love
I do not fear hatred

Because
I fear you
I do not fear myself.

G-I sometimes think that too. The words “gift” and “present” share the same root but carry different meanings. In fact, I believe gifts and words share the same philosophical root. The (ultimate) gift is the present. Those who give their best possess the ability to make the future or past currentization. Past mistakes can be resolved in the present, and future anxieties can be resolved in the present. I believe the present is the place of resolution. That said, it is not as if only the present exists for us. I'm rambling.

loving is losing from your valuable something for them.

When love is received
Clear and
Bright
Joy overflows

Dangerous night streets
Dead street trees drenched in rain
Cheeks frozen stiff in the winter wind
Become Chopin's nocturnes

Ah, yes
And when you love
All these things come together at once.

A bird's song
A bird's gaze
A bird's wings
A bird's feet
A bird's feathers
A bird's color
A bird's beak
What makes a bird's dream possible?

The beauty of democracy is in loves because it is the seed of love.

for beauty, beauty
of beauty, beauty
by beauty, beauty
it does not move or be active

Beauty does not reside in beauty itself

democracy is the same.

To remember
a beloved person
whom I can never see again
is a painful thing
Not forgetting
their beautiful deeds
and sacrifices
is a painful thing
Yet
to bring back to mind
these things
is the greatest thing
about loving a beloved person.

From the unseen
high, high, distant place
to the visible
low, low, this place
quietly, slowly
curving as they approach
snowflakes
melting on my cheek
quenching the drought in my heart
You are truly good.

A Immortal Hope
as I am about to sleep
and opened the door
Suddenly
this thought came to me

that Day
my Second Collection of Poems
Birthday

just Until That Day
oh, Time
fly by like a flying arrow
and after that
go slowly
Like a turtle's pace.

When you write poems with intent
poetry is forcibly discarded

When you write poems without intent
poetry discards itself.

The cloud under the mountain
is not a cloud

The mountain over the cloud
is not a mountain.