For someone
it can be a noise

Drum beats
tremble with space
metals split
the bunch of leather beats

A typhoon of disorder

Staying wrapped
in the middle of a striking hurricane
Feeling the sound
shouting to me

My heart beats
It absorbs those beats
It shakes my head
touching my spirit

This music long ago
came from shamans

When the music was
a human ceremony

Mysterious rhythms

What are those numbers
in the elastic organic rhythms?
What are those symbols
of the perception of the world?

Followed long roads
and formed through time
passing from people to people
with their own body rhythms

Their clouds
Their rains
Their thunders
Their earth

Transformed in the
orchestra of percussion

And the story of their nature
descends to me

I hear my ancestors
their messages

I meet them
and now I play

Their and our rhythms
of the Korean percussion

Suddenly recognized 
a day running in the morning

An enemy that I was raising
another myself

Why you are there
How long have you been there

You have tackled me
against my entire identity

You have denied 
what I was doing

Stop

You came from society
when I was young

By the words from
nearest people

I refused to accept you
But you have slid to my space

Shocked

It was me who was raising
in the place that calls
unconsciousness

Now I have found you
I **** you

The plain was large and flat
I was standing there
Hills and trees were around

I saw a lion appearing
with his slow gaits
He was approaching me

Stopped in front of me
he said
"Take my strength"

I said
"Thank you"
and embraced him

Departure!

Raise the anchor
and raise the sail
Now the wind blows

Two compasses
inside of me
turn their lights on

The first one tells
where to go
by private signals

The second one
interprets the stories
from the sun, stars, sea, and the wind

Decoding the two 
from inner voice
and from the world

I decide
to turn the prow
adventure is there

How big the sea
Can't resist
the wind and waves in front

By drifting
and grounding
learned from the past

But being friends
with wind and waves
weaving own rhythm

New route appears
in each moment
to an unknown world

Seeing the land
lower the sail
and descend the anchor

Earth fertilises
the sailor's soul
to go back to the sea

After the  chaos of struggle
When the source of power stopped flowing
From the tensioned dried body

I saw a paint appeared
Colored in blue like a sky
Elevating from
The horizon of the sea

Calmed down,
I saw the paint
Growing around me through me

All pure blue
Degrading in a lighter blue
It was a light

Constant
Likely that it was already there
And always behind

Immersing
in silent place

No boundary
between the outer world and me

When I myself
fill the space and time

And when finally
all disappear

I realize
that I am the world
and the world is me

In my room
a small forest
surrounds a piano

Their leaves
when I play
turn the pages

Melodies of passing valleys
Pine smelling vines
Water drops

Then
I boil some water
to fill a flower-printed teapot
with dried lavender

Tea taste
of piano melody
wanders in the forest

When the sky changes its colors
Red, rose, orange, yellow inclining light to dark blue
It covers all our busy life and sends a sign
Introducing a slide to another world

Reserved only
Once a day

So at every time
Until the last day of my life
I will just let myself plunge
When encountering this sight

In eastern and western
northern and southern regions
in the world

A story that comes
from long ago
to never end

The story of
a hero

The one who
is pulled by unknown power of nature
and who
finally, embraces that power
to be the giant nature

Same story
born in every human

Eager
to search a missed piece of oneself
as a question to complete the mission of vital-being

We discover who we are
Seeing the hero deep in mind

In the darkness and calmness
I pull my awaken body up
to turn on the first light.

And it starts.

The first signal twinkles
like fireflies
around a gray branch of a floated sea tree.

Now turning to the opposite side

I let the second light on
a glass lamp light with piled Himalayan sea salt
like morning sunlight through translucent clouds.

Still calm
but my space has arisen
with notes of some sea
and some forest by light.

In my secret space
I call my own morning
celebrating another day opening.

Too much thinking.

My room might get a bomb and throw the disorder
in my head.

Crashed left
Crushed right

I was running, running
not knowing what happens
as I couldn't understand
as nobody understood me

Tired
Torn

But just kept running, running
as it was the only thing that I could do
as it was the only way to mirror myself falling down

At that time
Tortured

But at the bottom of myself
something that handled me
My other voice

Enduring
you will get your wings
Inside of you
A growing butterfly

Make a shell
Nurture

The dazzling butterfly
waiting for its time

Who lied that the moon hung only in the sky?

I poured the moon in my teacup.
It was floating.

Mouthful moonlight.
Glorious celebration of an orchestra
from scattered crickets.

On your way of travel,
let yourself feel the vibration of scent.

It is not only your feet that can lead you,
but also your whole body and soul.

Sometimes,
when you lose yourself,
you may discover the present
that the world has prepared for you.

And maybe,
you will find out a piece of the puzzle
that you have been seeking.

Hidden in the garden of a secret palace
a wild rose blossom,
cold rain and wind hardy rose.

The day is coming to be presented to the public
to enlighten the world.
She will spread sparkles of beautiful scent
to wrap up the whole world.

It is why the god created the wild rose.

I am exterior of myself.

Melted in surroundings,
I am just the energy that makes it happen.

There was a sign; my body felt it.
I know that it says something.
But I don't know what that means.

I don't know where to go.
I cannot know it.

But I know that I need to stand up now.
It is certain.

And I know that another sign will come.
So that I can approach more to somewhere.

Yes, I know that, as I have known it.