May 2025 - Goong Goong

Flow

A train rumbles past the train tracks.

I‘m in a field next to it. I wait as our bean planter comes into the field.

It’s dry. Very dry. There is rain in the forecast 5 days away, but with each passing day it keeps getting moved back. We do what we can.

We adapt.

We’re farmers.

We have to work with the nature.

The nature changes too, just like me.

Change is constant. If change wasn’t constant then I couldn’t grow myself. I’m working to grow myself.

Energy is flowing. The next stage on my journey is my energy. I may let it flow. Do I sit in it? Sit with it? Feel it?

Easier said than done.

🌊 Beneath the Hanl, the Hour of Oneness

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In the vast great river,
dreams like starlight scatter,
tiny hearts slipping beneath the earth.

Beneath the hanl, no space lies empty—
the rain falls,
the sun streams in,
and from their strength, new shoots rise.

A child becomes a mother, a father,
and as they do,
they come to know their beloved’s heart.

So may my love grow strong and true,
until your will and mine become one.

May that day be today,
may that hour be this very hour—
I will wait
until the day I can reach your hand.

💭 Author’s Note

_{This poem reflects on love, growth, and the quiet strength of waiting—where time, like nature, brings all things to bloom. Originally written in Korean, I’ve translated it here with care to preserve its spirit.}