it approaches quietly like a mountain,
walking and whispering like a river,
rolling around in a hug like a forest,
returning with a smile like the sky:
...................................    ................You.

winning?
if you're going to
groan with
more hurt
than the loser?

Don't be jealous of
someone being favored

you are also in grace

Discovering grace
what creates happiness

It is the way to happiness.

In unequal time line
A different life
Time changes in life
Varying time
From now on
The cycle becomes history.

In good situation
emotionally

In bad situation
rationally

neither good nor bad
In situations

let them fight
with each other.

even though it won't be done
my dream
continues to be passed on
if it is not me
through my descendants
my dream comes true
so don't give up on it.

not for me, but for humanity.

Dotted
&
Solid
Lines.

so you understand
it is so full
poems are overflowing
fields of life
cultivations
we can love
each other's
until bread and flower
are ONE.

there are differences in the language of meaning
there is no difference in the behavior of value

Life is a problem-solving process of value from meaning.

to help
rely on me
not solve
not bloom talent

to build
not rely on me
solve
bloom talent

we need both
while living

I love first of all
the latter.

The reason for learning the laws
is not to use them
but to avoid using them in situations
where they are not needed

The laws are not to be memorized
to be understood
alone

The people who make misfortune
are those who memorize the laws
without understanding them
in order to use them
(absolutely).

winning self
winning others
Human.

without hills, no being can shine.

changing not translation
stream of era

when ordinary dreaming
in deep sleep.

Consolation is perfect more effective when to give than to receive.

all proofs are relative.

losing to others
winning self
Human.

the fruit of mercy is love.

after 30 years
my wife
carrying a child
holding and soothing
Descendant.

Competitors wins for the self
win
Successor wins for the master
wins.

maintain relationships, not dependent on.

in the Hourglass
The sands as numbers
Numerically

two worlds between "is and was"
Through the narrow gap
Crumbling time

after reversing
And count again
Numerically

the sands
Between moments of existence
Between existence of moments
Connect fears from both.

Human are imperfect
alone
That's why they can love

This is the greatest talent
It is the power to win
universe and dust.

Today
Autumn
Comes
With
Bright
Raindrops,

Seasons
Afternoon
Come­s
Along
Alan
Voice,

True
Story
Comes
Into
Neighbor
Sorrows,

Thr­oughout
Time
And
Space
Fly

Love
Eternal
Curved
Lives
With
Joy.

all wording are of limited
finite beings
existence outside those boundaries
is impossible
we are a beautiful human.

The beginning and end of love are no different.

flower is in the future
it is in it.

before I Was a Poet
I wrote poetry alone
when I read poetry alone
when I put a poetry on the shelf
I was in love with his poems
wiping away my tears
he soothed my loneliness
calming my anger
just looking at his smiling face
I was happy
I was a poet
now that I'm a poet
as I was then
I can't love his poems
but
my love is also unstoppable
because of one of his poems.

Place on the rat-eaten desk
a red piggy bank
mother said
“Honey, no matter how much you want to take it out
If you hold on it there until it's full
you will be a great man”
One month
Two months
As the months went by
than the mind to put money in
more eager
to take it out and spend it
then one day
“Mother, I don't want to be a good man.”
before my words were finished
“What are you trying to be?”
My mother said
I was wandering
around outside the neighborhood
when the chimneys started to smoke
sneakily into the room
and slaughtered a pig
“Oh, yeah!”
we were calling each other's names
we ran to the shabby store.

I am a deep darkness
of the light
                   from your heart.

chewy and tough
like when you eat meat
little by little
slowly
for a long time
bite and biting again
digested
let it be water
so
at the lowest
return to the earth

this is how we defeat evil.

L........Love
O........Oh love
V.........Victory love
E.........Everything love.

love doesn't justify, it proves them.

what you want to write
don't write it
also
don't give up

what you don't want to write
do write
but
give up

what you give up
surviving
what you don't want to write
writing it becomes poetry.

for a long time
your unwavering support and guidance
come with me
thank you
for expanding the realm of sharing
like the eyelight of the love
withstanding the world
Look beyond the world
be healthy and happy
may your descendants
flourish
always and ever.

I always suspected
Would he value me?
Even in his devotion
I doubted alone
Would he love me?
Even with his restraint and laughter
I always doubted
Inside and outside will be different
today,
I sent an email
to say "thank you"
Then came the reply
As always, sincerely
thank you from the bottom of my heart
as always,
I first met this word
Like in the old days
I tried to doubt
However, when
tonight, the word
I felt sincerely.

I
stronger than sorrow
is not joy
is longing

II
in the narrow sky
like a hovering eagle
is strong

III
The most
close to you
longing

Do not avoid it.

father makes children
equally love us
if knew
would not have tried to be filial
I.

azalea flower
a world
scrabble
Mattie J.T. Stepanek
poetry daily
a word a act
the book of echo
in your history.

infinite is in finite.

without waves, nobody knows the sea.

the islands
one by one
separately
fighting with the waves
funning with the waves
embracing with the waves

a Island are islands

the islands
under the waves
becoming A Island
meeting the land.

For the first time
I hung a wall clock
I could hear the hands moving
all the time

even when I was writing poetry,
wrapped around my heart
all the time

years have passed
Now
I can hardly hear it
even when I write poetry
I can hardly hear it

The comfort of time
Let us never forget
The sound of time.

do together
do not be nice.

Draft
Joy of childbirth

Polish
Joy of parenting.

Hill.............Heal.

I make the sea my bed
I say goodbye
I leave the continent...
Wrapping sorrow with love's cord
The past as a dot
Washing it with water
Looking at the horizon
Navigating through
Choking with waves
This time
Time answers
Tears in eyes
Eyes in tears
Mixing them together
Burying them in the sea.

People with the same claim are not friends
even enemies
can become friends
not if they share the same
if a friend doesn't stay by your side
they become enemies
distance is not of the eye
but of the heart.

B...be
E...either
I...identity
N..nothing
G...goodness.