Park Jin-gwan Poet Seen 53 Seon knowledge 20th. 43. red magnolia flower
red magnolia flower
I looked at the red Magnolia flower for a long time
I fear that the woman will be robbed of her “beauty” by the magnolia flower
Hold on to the magnolia flowers that are blown by the wind
She caressed a butterfly lying on the ground
Sitting on the edge of the fence where the sun is coming down
The red magnolia blossoms blowing in the wind
Like a butterfly sleeping on her chest
Catch a butterfly and make her dream
Looking where she's going to fly
Wearing a bridesmaid where the wind comes and undresses her
Become the “wind” that drives the flower and the palanquin
Holding on to the red magnolia flower, I cried “sorrowfully”
The red magnolia blooming by the river
I want the thing that is “blown” into the river the most
The boat that wants to “drive” the ferryboat
It becomes a star in the sky that I saw on that day.
blown away white
The snake bites the “white” bird’s “three meals” in its mouth
The moment when the white bird’s bird reaches death
The white “mother” flew away “abandoned”
I don't know where I'm going
Spread your wings and fly to that place
If you can't raise a baby anymore
The white bird folds its wings and walks on the road
Blue waves quietly walk in the fields
It's not even a rainy day
A snake must live in the forest, but
To “climb” towards the top of a tree
It is a mistake to be unable to prevent
Why do you build a house on a tree?
The intention was to protect the white bird.
If you can't "stop" it
It is wrong to say
A thing that emits black is a thing
I tried to preserve it, but I still
A deaf person who cannot speak
Asking to sleep in the loess earth
The stone chamber where the white bird is called
A mine that makes a stone chamber
Trying to occupy the land with weapons.
Flower blooming day wind blow
On the days when flowers bloom, the wind does not blow
You say that you are a blasphemy against flowers.
The wind is “unaware” and exists
About “flowers” to anyone
There is no qualification to preserve
Those who “look” at the “flowers” on “blooming” days
“Given” to them is the “flower of hope”
A flower is a person who “calls” a name
waiting body all day long
A night to “nurturing” the body
The night is “me” sadly
sadly
After passing the mountain, I saw
There is a river flowing
The wind is passing by the river
Looking at the river, the wind
Calling the wind that blows flowers
Looking at the wind “dazefully”
I saw a “bird”
The bird takes the flower in its mouth and flies
I went up to the mountain and abandoned it,
wild goose flying sky
Wild geese flying away blue sky away
Standing in line, spreading your wings, and showing me the love
I bitten the that figure rice leaf that I saw in the river
“There is a road” outside the road “Who are you looking for?”
Sorrow sorrow affection embraced by the moonlight
I washed my face with the dew that fell sadly
Insects descended tumble steps seem light
I go carrying the clouds that are washed away by the wind
On the way far on a long way holding me
Will the blue mountains and green fields be covered by folding the wings?
Beyond the clouds, across the meadow, across the road
In the clouds Did you hear the mountain Like a dream It’s beautiful
blue pine tree
Looking at the green pine tree
A pine cone that hangs from the tip of a branch of green pine trees
The dream of becoming a crane, folding its wings, and flying
I'm dreaming of such a dream
call me!
Waiting for the day to live in the mountains
Even the days when I cried and cried in sorrow
In the dew, face luck body
Standing “beneficially” in the field
Become a sleeping bird
It remains in my “heart”!
A road that “flying” birds in “blue” mountains in the distance
In the distance there are clouds rising
Droplets of blue light falling on the mountain sunset
The sound of the sound of the snake
roe deer coming down at the corner of the mountain
where do you want to go
A bird that carried away and flew away in the blue
The hanging at the tip of the green pine branch
The body that wants to “embrace” the blue
The moss flower came to me the rock
Make the mountain a “friend” and come back to life
The story that “calls” me
The legend that was passed on to me
To the cloud that “rides” the rainbow
I throw the song of my “life”
April 8, 2023