“Sky, peaks of mountains, crooked pine trees, mud flat and river back in Korea once dear to me have become distant in time. But time does not forget to bring distant landscape to different places giving my memory new meaning.” – Ring of Fire
Slow, steady rain all day long fills potholes, Birdbaths and rain barrels. Between breaks from the rain, I planted basil, thyme, and red dahlias Lyn gave me next red tulips from Louise, And red zinnias from Alice. Tulips are gone by, lilac bush and columbines Are soaking up the rain under the grey sky, Flooding … Continue reading Spring Abundance
I know my way to North River, Trudging through the snow-covered Stubbly cornfield to see and hear Buddha, wondering, Whose tiny footprints are in my backyard? January thaw will reveal the Buddha nature— The hazy sky spitting snow, mounds of snow on the sidewalk, And the powdery pebbles around the edges of the river. The … Continue reading Psalms of Buddha in my Palms
We remember the beginning and its beginning— The dance, birth, struggle, joy— Remembering how the grass sparkled in morning dew, Chipmunks pestering the birdfeed in the breeze That remembers yesterday’s howling wind That shook limbs and leaves of birches down Strewn across the fields. We remember what our mothers and fathers told us about our … Continue reading Remembering to Return
Things are in and around me with the sounds of their being. Am I listening? Do I spend the time listening to their joy and plea? The potted hibiscus bloomed during the February arctic blast. Was I listening to their joy preparing for the opening ceremony? My inner chatterbox works overtime without compensation— Busy daily … Continue reading Am I listening?
yenna yi 