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Tag Archives: fantasy
Story of Mirror
Toward Palm Sunday One morningI stood before the mirror— and something small,almost nothing,unsettled me: my left handhad become the right,my right the left. If the mirror were faithful to the end,my feet would rise upward,my head hang downlike a lantern … Continue reading
“A Story of Land”
A poor young woman, twenty‑five years after immigrating to America, purchased land for the first time in her life. It was not to build a large house, nor to create a beautiful garden. She bought a small plot of land … Continue reading
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Filling Cloth (Dadeimizil)
I ache for it still—that braided songof my mother and my elder sister,their wooden mallets lifting, falling,lifting again. Slowly at first—tta, tta, tta—like measured breath. Then quicker,a brightening pulse,nearly vanishingas though stepping lightly past a sleeping house,only to break wide … Continue reading
“Thousand Birds”
It’s all right to be anything—every shape, every form.Creativity in the skyteaching us how to changewithout breaking. A body walking toward peace,like waves spending their own force,like a symphony risingwithout a single center.A world leaning toward equity—strength learning restraint,weakness discovering … Continue reading
“The Gift II”
The autumn scenery at Drew University in New Jersey was a quiet watercolor— a deep, vivid painting set in the calm beauty of the countryside. When the bright red and yellow leaves fell in flurries with each passing breeze, the … Continue reading
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Song for Tomorrow
I look at myself—not at what I did,but at the thin current under it,what carried me throughthree hundred sixty-five turns. All day people prepare.Some will climb a hillto meet the year’s first light.Others will watch a silver ballfall on a … Continue reading
The Exile’s Flame: “This Is My Song”
Between the factory sirens and the silent chapel,a foreign voice arrived—not to command, but to listen,to kneel beside the weary handsthat stitched and hammeredin the dim light of Incheon. The Word was made fleshin the sweat of the laborer,in the … Continue reading
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“Another Face: The Back View” © Wan‑Hee Yoon (Special Contribution #42, NY JoongAng Daily, December 7, 2001)
At some point, I developed a peculiar habit: walking among crowds or gazing at people from behind as they sit, weighing the burdens of their lives—their anguish and pain, their joy and sorrow, sometimes even the heaviness of existence itself. … Continue reading
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Incredible Rainbow
I must be off my road into the unreal,For this is neither screen-lit, blue and bare,Nor any rocket’s path through outer air.It’s Phanar, where the Peter and the Andrew can standAnd look the whole round world in the same hand,And … Continue reading
“Fate”
The farthest distance is not across the ocean’s blue hush,nor over mountains that lift their backs to heaven,but between the mind and the heart—between the clean edge of thoughtand the deep well where longing begins.To stand in that unmeasured space,feeling … Continue reading
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