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The passing time

A reed field on Mt. Yumyeong;
autumn goes over the field.
Not stopping flapping its wings,
and not feeling tired at all,
a lone bird is flying high up
so gallantly through the air.

The moonlit night of the West sea

Embracing the pitch-darkness,
the beach mud flat stretches away.
Lots of small crabs took their nests off
and they’re crawling on the mud flat.
Finally the crabs meet the coastline
that promotes vitality.

A piece of mind

Open your mind, and you will see
it’s larger than the cosmos.
Close your mind, and you will see
it’s smaller than your palm.
You have lived, laughing or weeping,
waveringly between two minds

I heard

Hoping to read the water sounds,
I sat down by the water.
Hoping to write the water sounds,
I listened up under the cliff.
However, what I just heard there
was my loud cry of sorrow.

A November thought

Red-tinged leaves are seated
on the backbone of autumn.
The tough muscles of their life,
thoroughly trampled down.
They’re dyed red, all blushing scarlet,
spitting out their tiring days

The day autumn leaves fall

The thousands of sacred flames
come running from the ravine.
When they are laid well in order
on the altar of early winter,
all the flames pour out their sorrow,
by shaking their thin bodies.

In front of a mirror

Nothing stays just in one place.
All things change from hour to hour.
Though I know it, I love someone.
Though I know it, my heart is moved.
Time goes by without any mercy;
people always read my inner mind.

A drink for autumn

With each help that I offer,
with each step that I take,
scenes become bright like floral lamps
in the middle of autumn.
Now and then, you will see my prayers
come to fruition in the end.

The bell sound of autumn

A corner of the blue sky
is descending so gracefully.
A mountain, tinged with red,
is trembling with a quiver.
How slowly enlightenment comes
and is seated in a circle.

An autumn sketch

Is the wind also blind drunk?
The field of reeds is restless.
The lofty high sky, too,
looks to be drunk for a while.
The sky picked a few of white coluds
and spread them out as it pleased.