말없이
바람의 소리에 몸을 싣다.

침묵의 술잔에 애절함을 담아 내 자신을 달래보다.

deep thoughts

during a brief discussion on plonking down major bucks.

me: I guess being an adult means, making adult purchases..
pal:  no, being an adult means being more in debt.

may i?

travelling into 'the past' yesterday morning, i found the following in my old email account.

Ah, our love is a harsh cord that binds us wounding us
and if we want to leave our wound,
to separate,
it makes a new knot for us and condemns us
to drain our blood and burn together. 
- The Furies - Love, pablo neruda

From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme
I have ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.
-broken dreams, w.b. yeats

so much is happening.
i'm caught in a swirl,
watching everyone
and everything around me fly by...
It's been a blessing,
this ride...
and I'm still learning, falling, failing...
Still i pull myself up and try.
because
I've been to the bottom of the barrel
and the only thing that keeps you there is you & yourself & despair.
what a wonderful thing it is.
to be able to change, to believe in change, to look forward to the changing,
to let go of that which you hold on to so fervently and allow change...

that which we are so certain about,
is but a tiny marker in our journey in life.

the moment we let go of everything that we think we are,
is when God uses what you've discarded to rebuild a more perfect you.

may day! may day!
i gladly welcome thee.

...

so much of the news i encountered today was heartbreaking and deeply saddening.

read an article about the fate of tens of thousand south korean POW's in 1950's who were captured and sent to Siberia after the Korean War, where they died in labor camps at an average of 300 per month.

the shootings in nagasaki, iraq, nigeria, and at virginia tech...

the news about the gunman at v.tech being a korean with a green card...
and all the major news channels with headlines quoting killer as being a 's.korean...'

praying for healing...
safety...
and hearts of forgiveness.

praying that there won't be a riccochet of after-effects.
and that fear nor anger will fill our hearts...