sofirilux

“My soul years for something infinite as
that of children frolicking on the riverbank.
Tell me what it is you are craving for, where you
are headed. I am impatient to know.
Soaked in the smell of the greening earth
I walk all day long limping between the green of sorrow
and joy as if possessed by the spirit of spring.
But now that the land is no more our own
spring can no longer be our own.”
― Yi Sang-hwa, Does Spring Come Also to These Ravished Fields?

“Under the dome of boundless universe,
under the dome of boundless cosmos
my body is but a flower that blooms and blasts.”
― Shin Sokch'o

“Is it this very suffering flesh
that is only real?
This very self that exists for a brief spell,
thus frame that flow flooded with the use of life,
a mere flowerbud that burns with pure desire,
an illusory butterfly worn with cares.”
― Shin Sokch'o

“Despite my lifelong wish to live
like an immaculate petal
what shall I do
with the doleful fountain
that wells out
from the deep woods of my heart?”
― Shin Sokch'o