On a Night When Pear Flowers Have Fallen All White
- onNovember 10, 2014
- Vol.3 Spring 2009
- byLee Cheolsoo
- On a Night When Pear Flowers Have Fallen All White
The Moon in Six Panes
Stepping out into the yard, after working deep into the night, I see the crescent moon and gleaming stars contemplating me from the sky above the ridge of the lone dark mountain. They, too, have been contemplating my weary life. As I gaze into the dark, others unveil their existence quietly in the pale moonlight. They are clods imprinted with shovels, low rooftops and faraway pines. Suddenly, because of them, the spring night seems beautiful. Though the sunlight of day is brilliant, with all its warmth, the life force of the world, the pale moonlight alone is fulfilling me so, in this darkness without warmth. Just as much relief should be enough to help me subsist... The waxing and waning moon is no different from an illuminating, and darkening mind.