Watermelon, Precious

Precious

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Summer!

One cicada just visiting by the window.

Sitting on the lovely cold wooden floor,

one big bite of a red watermelon.

Wow-

Juicy sweet coolness, 

clear and transparent

like the stream in a deep forest.

Cool shade of a hut.

Watermelons freshly picked from the field around it.

Within sound of cicada.

My dad's summer childhood memories.

His smiling voice.

Falling…

falling…

asleep…

Won Kang, Été  2014

See

What are they?

Those greenish white flowers...

blooming in the lightning, thunder and rain of the dawn.  

Fresh and tranquil morning shade.

Ah, light is…

moving

quietly and tenderly

from left to right.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Drops of rainwater glinting.

Nameless creepers covering all around the hill.

A small cave-like tunnel found in them.

Breathing deeply.

A mystical world.

It is seen if we see.

It is not seen if we think.

Unhurried

New winds.

Hands reaching out.

Cool water 
flowing with a gentle, warm stroke.

Unhurriedly.

The greenness waving dazzlingly.

A clear and clean world

at all times. 

A cute puppy out for an afternoon stroll

has stopped for a moment and starts barking.

Bow-wow, bow-wow 

Hello!

A leisurely afternoon

wanting for nothing.

Clothes well dried out

in the sun.

Now, shall I gather them up?

With brightly glowing smiles.

Connected

Over the open window.

Cooling down the noonday heat,

the stream of water flowing down

on the rocks,

  on the leaves.  

Refreshing shade, wind…

Colourful hues

becoming

water,

a valley,

the earth,

the sky,

air. 

The infinity spreading out in white, 

far far away, with no end. 

The light wrapping around the whole body.

Ah~

Look.

Look 

at myself looking.