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Monday, 24 February 2014

Rice sweets, Meet







Meet

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Round, round rice sweets
  grandma gave  
for the first brightest night of the Lunar New year: 
traditionally, a big celebration day in Korea.
The sweets embracing rice, grain syrup, oil, air. 

They are likely to be brittle even by a little bit of pressure, so
holding it lightly, gently, try one bite.
Rice powder softly spreading in the air. 
Spreading in the mouth, 
Delicacy. 
Air. 
Breath. 

And, love.  

Listening to the story of mom's childhood, 
again, one bite.

Meet the moon. 
Meet the sun. 
Meet me. 
Embrace me. 









Won Kang, Le douceur de la Corée  2014 


















Monday, 17 February 2014

Stay














Ah, it is morning with thin mist. 
Like an early morning park in London.

A little bit cold air. 
A soft spread of mist. 
Dew paths. 
Mystical tranquillity.

Smiling, 
close my eyes.

Where it gives joy to everyone, 
and also gives the giving.
Where the joy of everyone is one's own joy.
Where it is bright and bright, always and invariably.

Clear and limpid spring water
silently flowing in a forest.

Where it is serene.

Stay.
   There.   



















Monday, 10 February 2014

Nothing to worry about








Agnes Martin, Untitled #5  1992







Dazzlingly bright morning. 
As if clouds have come down,  
snowflakes gently sat on a hill. 
The sky and the hill being one. 

They came from morning till late night yesterday. 
Small baby snowflakes. 
With no sound, lightly.
Little by little and slowly.
They came, came and came again.

Looked like fluffy clouds when they were coming.   
And the way they sat down also look like clouds.
As if transparent, flowing clouds, in layers,  
tucking in grass and trees.

Without impatience and haste.
Without showing off.
Visible and invisible.
Quietly, doing and doing 
Coming down and coming down...
And, lovely look like this. 

As small as it is.
As little as it is. 
As not knowing as it is. 
As unfamiliar as it is. 
As high as it is. 
As low as it is. 
It is good.

Snow appearing is good. 
Snow staying is good.
Snow disappearing is good.
See snow. And see the Winter that flowered the snow. 

There is nothing to worry about.