Is there any pain without beauty?
Is there any beauty without pain?

near, among their footsteps
soon, among their voices
a day, unlucky
flow..drink...chase
poor lights
                   point
                            quick-frozen
                  ­                          ing
since 1980518 abide with
turtle time rabbit clock
running to wedding
the way want to go
               It was swept away by the wind
               With their shouts of longing
               and yet they did not know
still they didn't know reality.

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.

Some people say
“Equality is worthless”
Some say
“Only equality is worth anything”
Some say
“Freedom is worthless”
Some say
“Only freedom is worth anything”
Some say
“There is nothing sacred in the equality”
Some say
“Only equality is sacred”
Some say
“There is nothing scared in the freedom”
Some say
“Only freedom is sacred”

I say
“In all equality lies the sacredness of freedom”
"In all freedom lies the sacredness of equality"
"These two can hug in sadness or in joy, and in it".

Winning is the goal
but there is something more important

We don't want to defeat
but there is something also

It is not losing
It is doing your best.

Read
enemy's mind
before your own mind

See
your own weaknesses
before enemy's weaknesses.

looking
in her eyes
friendship and
and love

passing through the woods
early evening
like a Deep Wind

friendship with love
where it is
she always stays there.

Isn't it
a cry
of in equality inequality
in justice injustice
however in love?

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.

Pablo
who has been without
friends for decades
a city officer
told me
“Behind the parking lot
The tree is old and
and the leaves are causing
a nuisance to the neighborhood
we don't know when it's going to fall
we need to cut it down now"
I said, "he lives in New York"
But Pablo always saying
“Not today...not today
It has been years."

The shape of love change, love itself remains the same.

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

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

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

seat of seasons
by the losers
shrinking
by drying and stepping
falls of branches
voice of winter
celebrates disappearance
of forests around the river
of the old roads
with old man's walking
climb-down
for the sprouts
through the solid ground.

The longer stay in the mountain
the broader mind becomes
the cooler it gets cold

The longer stay before the ocean
the deeper heart becomes
the cooler it gets hot.

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

The heart of vacuum standing
in the middle of a sand tornado
of the desert
without an oasis

Don't be banished
pass through
never avoid or sweep away
The merciless human savages

Beware of
the good deeds of the wicked

The wicked are not the ones who do evil
those who turn good into evil.

yellow-spreading
gray-purple clouds
meet the faint smoke flowing
from the chimney
like a watercolor painting of daffodils
At dusk
a bird's wings
raise the wind
entering the gates of night
A light preparing
for dinner
paints the old windows
and comes out
comforting the withered flowers
in the garden.

I did
what I wanted to do
for family

My wife did
what she didn't want to do
for family.

My love
doesn't look like air
it is keeping me alive

My love
doesn't look like the wind
it is keeping me alive

My love
passes by like a flash of light
it stays by my side

My love
passes as fast as death
it stays by my side

My love
flows invisibly like a seed
it never forsakes me.

When love is coming,
world is robbed of sorrow
people's consciences clash
with each other
and shine through

When love is coming,
world cannot stand still
flames of the fight
and it quietify

When the veil of love is lifted,
day after day after day
we can hear
sounds of the world

When love is coming,
do not be afraid
nothing will be taken away
no one can take it away.

4 years old Richard
every time he goes to kindergarten
If I play disco music
on the radio
even the kindergarten he doesn't want to go to
He gets excited and shakes his body with
"YMCA"
"Tarzan Boy"
"Rivers of Babylon"
"One-way Ticket"
and Music I listened to while
dating my wife 40 years ago
"Touch by Touch"
Then we take a brea
He goes into the kindergarten listening to Chopin "Nocturnes"
This is how Richard's music trip to and from school
A year has passed
Today the weather is so cold
lonely and quiet
I play Chopin's music from the beginning
Suddenly Richard shouting
“It is noisy!"
surprising and turning off
again Richard shouting
“It is noisy!”
hesitating in confusion
I see that the heater is on the highest setting
and turn off the heater auto
and turn up the volume of the Chopin
and Richard begins to look out the window
with deep eyes and a peaceful mind
while putting his hands and head
inside his clothes.

Apply the cream of false laughter
and look good to hide
face and neck, chest, torso,
hips, buttocks, thighs
soles of our feet,
to the last place we have left
blood of cruelty and malicious deceit
It flows unnoticed
torn and twisted
hiding the pain of the times
mouths speak of countless
corrupt deeds
with the cheers of rote geniuses
are buried
all this with a single mask
of lovelessness
yes, we can
souls torn apart by torture
to sing, to give life, from the mud is a task
vile of the veils,
Your unmasking
to show the parade of
your life
today, we take off our masks.

I am
held
in that places


faith
hope
love

these things together
where i must live
laugh always.

do not exceed, a border line, if you're possible.

i am watching today
people flock to New York
statue of liberty
beach bike path
metropolitan museum
skyline
wall street
charging bull
time square garden
central park
world trade building
911 memorial museum
un
natural history museum
carnegie hall
new york botanical garden
lincoln center
hudson river
joe's pub
broadway
new york public library
empire state building
chelsea market
fdr highway
brooklyn bridge
the riverside church
and
around these places
cleared out
unable to see
top attraction in New York
the invisible man
i am facing today
the divine name, homeless.

I breathe cigarette smoke
even though I know it's harmful
I can't escape the anxiety
I can't quit

Heat of a cigarette
burned hot
disappeared

E-cigarettes with only smoke
no flame
love these days
I'd rather first love.

Time surrendered to the clock flows
Events that do not require understanding
A cruel new year
begins
In a cave safer than a prison
Apes like humans
All tilt their heads
Shooting the end of the day
Like the beginning of a day
Traitors who rise like a fountain
We don't see how to fall
And the time set to the clock
They try to catch the sun
To survive
While making the sinner righteous
And the righteous a sinner
At this very moment.......................

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

a sparrow
instead of just falling
there is a reason

a single sparrow
it is just charcoal-grilled
it doesn't settle down
alcohol snack

how, a human being
just just just
fall off and get drunk?
does it serve alcohol?

torn, torn, torn
just just just
their drunkenness Appetizer ?

- toward William Carlos Williams

I was so hungry
I'll go to the kitchen
I took out bowl of rice
to turn on the microwave
I opened the door
I had already put in
Today
forgetting to eat dinner
I wrote a poem

How long ago?

Every road
has a destination
and my way
is just a series of
hesitations over choices.

Tens of thousands of years old branches
unable to reach the sky and
nor love stories
Will be.

I marvel if
someone had a little love
passing through the hatred
along with selfishness.

It is a surging time
It is a dancing thread
It is a unknowing voice
It is a visible wind
It is a cloud candy
It is a lover tooth
It is a amazing future.

needle is worn out
dulled
thread is worn out
disconnected
marbles decided to scatter themselves
upon the floor
opened the door and went out
into the garden
to the street
beyond the traffic light
on the clouds
flied high to the sky
as night falls
they became stars
became starlights
a little bit of love
entered the room
through the window glass.

The only thing more important than writing is reading
More important than reading is thinking
More important than thinking is experiencing

The experience of experiences is historical grief.

- to Han River Miracle

We are interested in
beautiful things but
they are growing up
without it and
show good
beauty of all beings
include the essence of truth
that is integrity.

Time
has no speed
why we feel the speed of time?

Poetry
has no sparkle
why we feel the beauty of poems?

Be
surrounded by
mountains
lighthouse
stands the same place
starlight
waves
seagull family
pebbles
wet moss
low forest
stairs
sunrise and sunset
a cliff
a winding path
fish
old small ship
a lighthouse keeper
are moving
a true friend
navigator
not visible
good luck
when seen
the best luck
the light of lighthouse
different from the city lights
joy of sharing
with all beings
in the fear and loneliness of the wreck
after the storm
See.

Ship
when in port
safe
however
value of the ship
zero

Human being
when in no hardship
safe
however
value of Human being
zero.

he was quick to anger,
he had a loud voice,
and liked books and music alone
he was weak,
he disliked money,
and hated excessive interference.

Then he started working and marriage life
several decades have passed.

now, he quietly gets angry
only when necessary,
he enjoys cleaning buildings,
he doesn't get sick,
he accepts attention and consideration,
and writes poetry
with a broad mind and does his best.

don't try to be happy
happiness is coming.

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.

No more More no
More More
No No.

It keeps me from knowing of evil ways
evil deeds, or
evil plans, and
makes the mental bridge
connecting body and soul
in constant check

The locomotive of love
allows me to receive love
as if I am receiving it
allows me to give love
as if I am giving it
(even if we meet again
the temperature of our hug is the same)

Makes us love to work
makes us work to love
makes us not greedy
makes us face white paper of heart.

In this hospital
they can't see the future
they can't see the past
they can't touch the movement
of the present
and invisible white lines
are stretched out
where silence and stillness
and the scent of teacups lingers
when we turn the doorknob
I open a book of poetry on the table
lines of the world of healing
the words wriggle out
and come out of the book
and design the future
and bring the past out
and turn on the light
the bell of healing is pealing.

do not read the book
let the book read you.

to love
wide open sky
clouds and become
pouring down
showers after a drought.