Is it truly finished?
Or does the real journey begin only now—
a long unfolding toward holy openness,
toward exodus and release,
toward flowing freely
within the mystery of God?

This is the way of Han 한(恨) —
not bitterness alone,
but suffering remembered before God,
wounds neither denied nor avenged,
pain gathered into prayer,
history carried without hatred.
Han is sorrow that refuses despair,
lament that waits for redemption.

This is the silence of Gong공(空) —
not emptiness as loss,
but kenosis, holy self-emptying,
the space where idols fall quiet,
where even words loosen their grip,
where the soul stands unarmed before God.
Gong is the womb of grace,
the stillness where God alone is enough.

This is the surrender of Ryu 류(流)—
not passivity, but trustful movement,
a life yielded to the Spirit’s current,
flowing without possession or fear,
carried where love leads.
Ryu is obedience without control,
mission without anxiety,
faith in motion.

The Joy of Vision—
the joy once promised between us,
whatever God would allow,
held within His own delight.
A new life hidden with Christ in God.

The Joy of Venture—
the joy Christ gives:
to love without guarantee,
to share pain without escape,
to walk together through suffering
without turning away.

To live in God’s joy
is Mary’s joy—
bearing Christ at the risk of her own life,
saying yes before understanding.
It is Joseph’s joy—
receiving as his own
a child he could not yet explain,
trusting righteousness beyond reason.

Here, words receive their mandate—
not to dominate,
but to serve truth and mercy.

The Joy of Vitality—
the joy of the Magi,
who crossed a dark, pathless desert
guided by a fragile star,
believing light is enough.

The power to pray
is born here.

And yet the way remains simple—
wide open toward God’s future,
releasing every attachment,
embracing the paradox of inclusion:
losing life to find it.

For God’s joy often arrives
wearing sorrow,
or surprise,
or pain.
Still, the covenant of joy does not change.

They lost their words
on the silent road of awe—
open to what was coming,
tenderly reattached
only after releasing every threat
and every false love.

Leaving all,
entering nothingness,
embracing emptiness—
the place of real silence,
where resurrection begins.

So let it pass through you.
Surrender everything.
Receive the gracious energy of God.

No matter how deep today’s sorrow,
I give thanks
that it rests within His joy.

Breakthrough.
Let it flow.

– TaeHun Yoon