Winter builds spring
Winter nurtures summer
Winter cures falling
Winter burns itself pure(
White).

just throwing to the wind
just seeing forest
just looking up to the clouds
neither sow nor reap
just watching a little bird
in the sprawling sky.

boasting yourself ¬ loving others.

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

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.

I was drunk alcohol
I lost many things

I was drunk on gambling
I lost more many things

I was drugged by hate
I lost all.

and I drunk with love
Regaining everything.

If there is a reason
It is not a doubt.

Love chases, not catches.

power of love is faith
faith in action is love.

picnic Highlight
scavenger hunt

visible hidden
i found no treasure

i hunted for
hidden places that day.

You become what you believe
you will be made as you doubt.

putting sorrow to sleep,
not getting rid of it.

that is
why love is sacrifice.

love the bride forever
love the groom forever
both the bride and groom make promises
knowing that they will not be able to
love each other forever
isn't a wedding life?
struggle to keep those nonsense promises?

They are compassionate
personable poses
smiling and
showing the joy of winning

They were for decades
how they risked their lives to write poetry
how they risked their lives to sell poems
since when.

that is where
the end of the endlessness.

1) President=Pre+resident
2) President=Free+resident

Which number is right?

I think
people who are obsessed with
seats are not worthy of them

Is there such a person in the world?

(quiet) wind and
                        dancing
                        leaves
                                  field

sky and earth
between
the empty space of freedom
                      shows

      will the wind blow!

      time is scattered
      tickles                the earth

the hair(s) of the earth
grass, grasses, blade of grass
waving              and                beckoning.


from you

for passport photos
stopped by the photo studio
photographer's face
so beautiful
I couldn't help but smile
and then
he said
“no expression”
a few seconds
“Photo, good.”
camera didn't notice
my (non-)expression.

to AI

permeate.......permit.

In a storm

(bent
Broken
Shaken

Bending but not breaking
Shaken but not broken
broken

buried in the ground
raising a sprout
strength

The power of love
Make a node
and make the wind sing)

Doesn't it make Wasteland into Loam?

Love is to share sorrow than joy.

If you accept it,
it will give you
a future without shame.

i know
i love you

i know
love can survive
with marriage

your confession
into our dining table

It is not enough.

water-soaked
beans,
made from crushed
comforting color,
comforting aroma,
you,
square and stable
who filled us with blessings
every morning
in the childhood
a handful tofu,
and the broken glass windows,
and through the cracks of broken wooden doors
You came out dancing from them
enveloped us
vapor of wisdom and the soul &
best food in prison
after release
the first thing they should eat
you, a Tofu
It is not a coincidence
like Raffle.

So light comes from
darkness,
enters darkness,
and does not exist
without darkness.

For light is love.

It's snowing
light
wind is blowing

with rain
covering a blanket of fog

her beloved I am
sailing on the sea

my love she sways me like that
Soothing and pushing me away
Gives me a painful dawn

Seeds of the morning
Your tears are
making a day a day a day

from now until eternity
from eternity until now

The Sea When She Lies
I am swimming
that sea to the beach

late at night
Drinking in the lighthouse lights
and i breathe with it.

just as real flowers
are harder to care for
than fake ones

people are the same.

all dark,
cold,
and complicated problems
melt away
because
we are loved, and especially
we are loving
the ice-cold problems
that are solidified by it
it will melt and flow like water
wetting the fields of our lives
and giving us
a harvest of abundant fruit
to beat the winter.

my wife and I
argue and fight often
not getting away

neighbors think
between us
we have something.

Having won him
He raised his hand.

i rise......irises.

Someone said
“Marriage is the tomb of love”

I say
“Love is the grave of marriage”

The complete of marriage is love
The complete of love is marriage

Those who love and do not marry
Those who love without marrying

To them I want to say

“Love is the shadow of marriage
Marriage is the light of love”.

It's too hot
windows up and
nonchalantly
I look at the red brick wall next door

in the meantime
a fragile maple tree trunk
holding the square holes of the mosquito net
and is climbing up

My room
My desk
My bed
looking at my clothes

How happy am I?

Even in the midst of the winter to come
without pulling down the blind
Nor will I lower the windows

I'll be able to say hello to the neighbors
I've never spoken to before

What a joy!

Can i do it?

WAVING IN THE WIND

Now,
I will never be lonely at night.

“I bought this apple
thinking
it would be delicious
but it is not.”
“apple is just as good
whether it is tasty or not”
“Yes, but...”
as it breaks into pieces
the apple says
“the same for people.”

A betrayer must be betrayed.

anger is stronger than revenge.

over 20
rooms dragging
heaven and earth
and everywhere in between
snow-covered
train is crawling
through the snowy places
that long sighing sound
almost collapsing
seemingly or not
in the silent space
plant a tree.

all beings
leave suffering and joy

finding these traces:
showing the value of life

the sentry of history:
a poet.

good people accept their evils.

nothing exists without color. human no different.

clouds...sandy beach...gentle waves...jagged grass...broken trees...sunlight...moss...flowers...pebbles....rocks...cliff...de­ers...beatles....duccks...wind......people....men....women...old men...young kid...various races...paths...loner....youth...families...neinghbors...signs...­lake...fish...fighter...fallen leaves...bicycle...stroller...puppy...laughter...fresh air...birds...old story...book...life...communication...smile...bug...insects...soi­l...slide...whisper...see-saw.

last night
       hugging tearing to love
                                    myriad of sound in
                                                                      Today.

I have autism
but I am not a patient
because it does not rule me.

the art of loving is hard to finish
too many sing with internet
to attack their greeds to fill
in spite of disaster. To see love.

In open of the river
    to the sea of orchestra
With future of present
    in her coolness

In close of the skies
    to the heaven of orchestra
With past of present
    in her warmness.

again, I see love in yourself
            I hear love of yourself
            I touch love for yourself
            I taste love around yourself
            I speak love to yourself
            I smell love by yourself
I hope that I meet with them
like a first meeting.

When the family goes to the beach
The adults jump into the waves
and sleep under the sun
they press their hats down
they whisper loves as they walk along the beach
The seagulls in flocks
looking for abandoned prey
they doesn't dream
from the horizon
watching for signs of an approaching ship
reading a book
For a men and a woman under the parasol
time does not pass
nor they shall not have the pleasure of labor
When the family goes to the beach
The children gather and play
and put their heads together
and build sand palaces
and watching the waves wash over them
Smiles..........

one of nights
is deepening
as before
as go deeper
night loses its own color
after all,
night ends with a night of love
failing to keep promise
we leave each other
night says goodbye
to us.

- to Kim S. Churl

Would you be happy
if there was no unhappiness?
in your life

That is
the beginning of
real unhappiness!

owning a lot of money although
not dependent on capital
but is it possible?
look at them.