Write until the words are grains of rice.

outside the window
a small forest
snowy
He points

between the trees

elephant
lion
tiger
hippo
giraffe
crocodile
footprints

bi­rds & winter traces

se­eing them
He babbles.

instead of grandpa
letter by letter
pencil tip
with eyelights
shaking the room
read...

Whatever joy flows
        even the rivers of love
        the sky of love
        the starry sea of love
flow like the joy of love

deep, deep, deep
get ****** into
                           silence of the abyss
into silence of the deep abyss

just bread soaked with
       regret and tears
it just goes down throat

The first laugh of the first meeting
30 years ago
                     becoming joy
                     It flows away.

There is no past per se. It is only the past of the present.

ask quickly, answer slowly.

When you come to me
to hide your freckles
You covered face with palms and laughed
Robert's sister
Same
When you see me in the distance
With shirt on backwards
and hid behind a pillar
She had a scent
The scent was not her body
but from her smiles
She was serious
With a flower pen
"I want to be a beautiful woman"
She told me
With an owl
In the moonlight
I hugged just once
I never saw her after that
Only the wolf's howl filled the room
I was so surprised
I woke up from my dream
I looked out the window
It passed seven lakes
A single morning star drifting somewhere
I am missing his sister
Angela more than Robert
This moment.

The departed
waiting for the day to return
On the way
scattered azalea petals
Two low mountains in the distance
that meet the black field below
A calm black lake
A water-clored waves
On its edge
blooming azaleas
By its side
a brief glimpse of
The road that seems long
the way you are coming.

Crescent Moon
First Quarter Moon
Half Moon
Full Moon
Last Quarter Moon
Waning Crescent Moon

All of these appearances
are winks
of the moon.

really
all the glaciers
in the Arctic and Antarctic melt?

Will the earth be submerged?
is there someone other than
humans who owns the earth?

Will nature become more primitive?
Who is painting
such poignant beauty?

beauty...islands...isolation
               moonlit
               tides
               songs of cloud
               beach
               together
               connection.

at the intersection
around right-hand corner
touch
my day
How you look.

I realize I am alive
It is holding the world up
I am thinking about your red hairs
I am playing with game of destiny
I am making future from the past
After our love Itches is over
These are all done.

If the water is clear
as if there were no
It shows everything

If the person is clean
as if there were no
They show everyone.

always have a broad mind
and a deep heart
if you can only have one
you must have a big heart first
of course
if you can't have both
you're not human.

1.  rat
2. lion
3. tiger
4. shark
5. dolphin
6. whale
7. crocodile
8. hyena
9. hippopotamu
10. deer
11. rabbit
12. elephant
13. rhino
14. fox
15. wolf
16. snake
17. eagle
18. poisonous ant
19. bee
20. no more?
21. cow
22. giraffe
23. a book
24. song
25. typhoon
26. earthquake
27. drought
28. flood
29. war
30. gun
31. drug
32. people.

my eyes are roses
my eyes are roses 8' eight colors
my eyes are roses' dancing rhythm
my eyes are roses' love of breathing
my eyes make sing all beings
                                    by your light in
cellphone.

Just walking
vs.
walking without a fare.

Everybody knows
The end is the end
of the beginning
Want to know the end
Pay attention to
Courses also
It's a process of it
it is half

There is no turning back
Do not be angry
Voice and Position of the Heart
Do not exalt

There are many different forms of flowers
Existence itself is the same
The various values of flowers
coincide.

Law is Love
at last
Abandoned
for itself.

A elk family
strolling leisurely While shaking head
from side to side

Holding on to autumn and driving away winter
Entering the Red Sea Forest
Stepping on fallen leaves and snowflakes

Someone's pretending to be
The frozen time is released
The day is printed out at the ATM.

a person whose torso
is made of snow
human
tree branch arms
red Button Nose
3 black buttons
charcoal hair
ear canal
no legs
but sings and dances
with hair fluttering.
all night long
driving the loneliness
from the rooms
as soon as the night closes
snowman
disappeares into
people's eyes.

When a child
learns to speak

The language of love
is learning from you.

when there are more
people who are not normal
normal people become
abnormal people.

When you hear your problems
Don't be disappointed, despair,
Or angry

Problem is
Answer's shadow
That person not your enemy.

Be interested but not pushy.

Imagination does not come from perfection,
perfection is achieved through imaginations.

When I first knew
about him
I could not think
that my behavior would met society
And I fell deeply in love with it
not my thoughts and words
I flied on the two wings
of first love of freedom and equality
I was facing the sun
Fortunately
I was not on the moon, or Mars, or Jupiter
Before I crashed
I came back to here
The sun is still there, but
I still believe the sun rises and sets
I'm seeing him again
Making up for my 2% shortfall
so that I don't envy the sun anymore
And be my two eyes
Wittgenstein.

P.......progressing to you
E.......edit by you
A......ace for you
C......coexist with you
E.......each other.

wake up
now the morning has come
surrendered to something
The Day Begins
streets where love's lamps were broken
It is still night
softer and softer
violence and intrigue
that we can hide and avoid better and better
through the war or election
to buy their own future
to sell our pasts
standing outside the door
we paint in bright colours
we buy with money that anyone can sell
forgetting the past
to get love
and trying to decorate love
they are foolish
we are foolish, too
but smart and cruel
to start our own darkening sunlight
to start their own light day.
more urgent and
more precious
more joyful things will wait
with a sun in the eyes
with earphone in the ears
footsteps will enjoy the closeness of the downfall
waving to the train that take us there
in their dreams
of the house
where love is calling.

Opening the window
touch wind of the fan breeze
from ivy leaves.

dried banana chips to you
yesterday
i gave her
smiling brightly as always
received
after the night
enduring life in loneliness
this morning
we exchanged morning greetings again
climbing the stairs
she called out
with her face
like a fragrance that's not strong
and she smiled
Helen said
“broken my tooth eating them”
her face again had
a smile spread across her face
i didn't know what to do
I just said "I am so sorry"
turning around,
Helen said, “pray for me.”
as I walked back up the stairs
I prayed......

when you admit you're wrong
no boomerang

if you deny wrongdoing
boomerang powerful.

what you don't have
do not try to have it

what you have
try not to have it.

then
you can get and share.

the end of twilight
becomes darkness
the end of darkness
becomes dawn
the end of dawn
becomes morning.

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

In front of the bank
on the marble staircase
a blind boy
with all his fingers cut off
with his right hand
clutching a dented basket
and bend at the waist and continue

A slender woman holding parasol
passes in front of him
and spat out gum
and tosses him a bill

In the distance
a boy watching from a distance
quietly approaches
and leaves
after placing a single coin inside it

In an alleyway
for a long time
while his head down
and whistling a tune
disappears.

You are
root of Love
trunk of Faith
with branches of hope
bearing the fruits of joy

And
whoever deserves to taste those fruits
your heart that longs for peace.

When parents are greedy, they become obstacles for their children.

Going down Apt. stairs
saw a dozing sparrow by the window
held down a sparrow
a sparrow escaped to upstairs rooftop
but hit beak to an locked iron door and
be shut in the corner
pressed a sparrow with flat bag softly
left hand grabbed and caught
with proud emotion
to bus station
walked in deep thoughts

Fly a night
when the morning comes
will ask mother then forcibly
will tie a sparrow ankle with thread sturdy
from yard to rice paddies and a empty field
a grandson will scamper

While i feel so good
my right fingers relaxed
flapping
opened wings powerful
circled around top of an electric pole
a sparrow grew
farther and farther
away

Ah!
a dream of mine.

someone
an atheist said
God is a maggot-like
If God is a God of love
this is correct completely
If I look at myself.

Do not cover reality in the name of art,
Do not amplify reality in the name of art.

The meaning of ownership is value, not price.

I don't love yours
                     safety
                     consolation
                     order
                     cliff of rocks
I love you alone
                            reason of reasons
I discover all in you.

without saving
with sad
I said
and
Joy was made.

Dreams are not goals, they are companions.

rough waters
an endless sea of doom
sailors and passengers,
and the captain
are still sailing
Clouds over a blue sea
The moonlight becomes fog
and the stars twinkle
Taste like porridge
an atmosphere of hopelessness,
a ship in pieces,
and the harbor in their eyes
It is beckoning.......
Now, one by one, the peoples are lowered
the old man,
the women,
the children.
And then it is our turn
shivering in the freezing cold
Closer and closer to the sea
bells ring
people left behind gathered
at the top of the ship
But a boat appear
And it is a bigger boat than a big ship
A Lighthouse Keeper
running toward US
We get on the boat
on the extremist waves.

Politics are the branches, economics are the roots 2. Showing off power is a sign of weakness 3. Food, Clothing, and Shelter is where politics and economics meet 4. Crisis is external strength, prosperity is inner strength 5. Individual and national values are not universal 6. Structure and system are like water 7. Economics drives politics, and politics must move heart 8. Doing your own thing is a witness of weakness 9. Leader must lead with mutual trust, not unilateral fear.
10. Liberation is coming from isolation, not going to isolation.

even as time passes

and space moves

even as clouds disperse

even as birds sing

and flowers beckon
even as they are not mine

reading is a regardless beauty.