Before dark or star rock or water before the wings of the sky floated over the earth I was called to a calm that mimics stillness but is eternal motion to stillness that mocks death because it wakes in the womb of dawn Because the sun is the eye of an immense bird that flies […]
An hour in autumn– alone yet not I saw a stretch of centuries, people, forms I’d been that made me what I am today– sad for what fights to spite death but cannot win pushing against a tide of joy and pain— Listen, the last cicada singing in a twisted pine chanting the past and […]
There’s a bus to nowhere, somewhere I think is home.
I feel the half moon human mind moving to fullness
clearly asking, “Will you stay with the solemn monks
Or return to the maddening city life of hell in Seoul?”
Blackness and silence, that is where she rises, Sylvia, you knew the moon too well. Well of illusion, misguided dreams; old virgin appearing in white she is barren, dry, bald- Stolen light is borrowed beauty. How can she be Lake of the gods, She’s a mirror, she confounds, bewilders, dazzles and deceives. What is a […]