Even though discovering Korea. Began with two tragedies in my life.
I consider June 2, 2012, (the day I found Korea) one of the luckiest days of my long life.  

"Serendipity The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way."  However, I had to experience tragedy before discovering one of the most beautiful places on Earth.  But my pain does not even come close to the pain the Korean people have gone through to achieve the Miricle of Han.

Let's see. After a tragedy in my life, the loss of my bride days before we were to be married, 40 years ago seemed to send me on a path  Far to the East that I never knew existed.

Four decades of not caring about anything, just waking up going to work. Maybe celebrating the holidays with my family.  Never finding anyone or anything to love again.  

Until that day in August of 2009, When I stood in front of Heavin's gate.
That day when my heart stopped, and I thought but only a dream.

That day, I saw my wife with Angel wings, My mother standing beside her.  Telling me, “We miss you, but your must return to the Earth".  Your adventure is just beginning.

On September 1, 2009,  I met my Guardian Angel Sarah.
Sarah taught me that anything was possible.   Never give up! Dreams do come true. Just look at the starry sky and believe each star is a dream that will come true.

Three years with Angel Sarah by my side.

Sarah introduced me to a beautiful Angel named Tiffany.
On June  2, 2012.  Tiffany was singing with a voice of an Angel.

The curious thing about this is, Tiffany was not singing a Korean song or in the Korean language.

But Tiffany bewitched me.
Her beautiful eyes told me to look to the Far East.  Look to Korea.
To a place called a Miricle. A place you loved and lived in the past.

Tiffany made me dream of Arirang. A sad song but a song of never giving up. "A song of love. A song of faith!"

"Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo...
Crossing over Arirang Pass.
The one who abandoned me
Shall not walk even 4 kilometers before their feet hurt."

Tiffany took my hand and lifted me up to surf the Korean wave ("Hallyu".)

I began to fly above Korea.

I started to remember impossible things in dreams; Memories of Queens. Remembering, I was shipwrecked on a beautiful island.
Remembering, an enchanting dark-eyed princess with long soft black hair.

Waking from a dream, thinking of a future;

A future of a United Korea,
A future of redemption…

Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

Depression Sessions,

Without making light of those trapped in the dark,
that setraline sentimentality exposed modern art.
Theres a cavity in the canvass,
despair and distress,
decayed daily until theres only just the crevasses left.
I digress,
your highness.
High times, crash down finesse.

What did you expect?

Now you're acting as if theres nothing left.
When in three days you’ll make the same mistake again.
Just to take the pain away.
Or so you say.

But you’re not depressed.
Stressed, maybe.
Tired,
jaded maybe,
but the lights not faded you just took the wrong road that day.

Now there’s no way of coming back.
You’re not cool for that, this isn’t a cul-de-sac.
You keep taking me back and I just relapse.
And collapse after the session,
ready for the sentence.

Repentance a breath away.

These days it seems
I remember my early childhood
Better than the contents of my last meal
Dementia creeps.......

Right now,
I'm remembering one early evening
With four of us small boys
Sitting on a wall
Discussing the realities of the world
As we knew it

The moon was pale but visible
And a subject for discussion
As serious as old men playing chess
We wondered how far away it could be
One lad said it was farther than London
But we knew that was obviously wrong
After all
We could see the moon
No-one had seen London

                                       By Phil Roberts

I ventured deep in to the mysteries of mother forest alone,
when I was free from fears of every kind and sweet delusions,
ancient trees recognized me instantly, from some other life past,
and sung me songs when I sat exhausted,their fruits tasted sweet
made me realize how aftermath of every karma returns to one
at a time unexpected; fruits either sweet or bitter they bring.

Under the shades, of trees,hearing the  lullabies they sung
I slept forgetting the wars won or lost in the past, immaterial
all that now seemed
                                Those trees in their love reminded my mother.
I didn't care when I lost the path,in fact, is there a path in the forest?
All paths lead to one destination, there isn't any other,nothing to worry.

Forest with her thousand hands embraced me and said:
"Every king one day, has to take his heavy crown from his head
put down and walk this path wearing dress made of leaves"

There weren't any footsteps fallowing me here, I didn't expect any.

To the girl that never came
I would like
You to know
I am still waiting

They told me
Something better
Around the corner
Is just waiting
But she never came

I have been waiting
By the window
Around the corner
On  the phone
And on my own
But she never came

I wish she only knew
I have been weeding
A very sacred place
For our love to grow
On a daily base

As hope ran away
Some where dark
I would rather , not say
Did she ever hear
The song of my
Humming bird heart

Now lost its voice
I wish she would
Consider me a choice
bended  knees  
I am still asking

Oh God
My friend is now helping
Dignity needs saving
Catch me God
My heart is breaking

As I am still waiting  
For the girl
That never came