Author Archives: TaeHun Yoon 윤 태헌 尹 太憲

Bright morning on the hill.Light on the branches.The buds hesitatebetween sleep and speech. Yet the heartdoes not quiet. Somewherebeyond this fieldthe old argument continues—war repeating itselfwith tired certainty. Many reasons have been spoken.None have made it just. Still the earth … Continue reading →

Conscience is a fire underground.No law can smother it. Beneath this Smoky Mountain clay—two feet, no more—a mountain waits. Easter draws near,not with trumpetsbut with a gathering weight. Passion will press through the soil.Stone will loosen its hold.What was hiddenwill … Continue reading →

Once, in another forest,I walked beside the quiet pondwith Henry David Thoreau—learning how little a life requires,how pine and waterwrite their patient lessons. Once, beneath a wider sky,I listened with Wilhelm Reichfor the hidden pulsemoving between breath and cloud—body and … Continue reading →

Between the wires,where current hums without thought,a paulownia once stood—too near the careful reach of power. It fell. The stump was burned.Fire entered the heartwood,left a hollow—a dark mouth in the earthbreathing smokelong after the flame was gone. Years went … Continue reading →