Deep In The Water Drop Poem by moon guen joong

The butterfly is whirl of my mind.
He navigate me in to the lake.
That times the sorrow changed to delight.
Unbelievable changes.
And narrow site of my thought disappeared nowhere.

How can know you the world's intention?
Sitting on the rock Dreams follow me.
The flowers laugh at me.
How can live without the partial of anything to know that intention?
But no body inquiry.
And nothing has appeared.
Just the yesterday was today.
Tomorrow will be there.

Deep in the water drops.
I seems like a dead thing.
The rocks inhale the air.
The flowers never move.