Master Woo Myung Poem – The Sky I
I try flying endlessly
in the blue sky.
No matter how far I go
it is always the same place,
the same spot.
I look at the sky.
I search for my mind that vanished silently,
but it has disappeared and is nowhere to be seen.
The entire blue sky
has become me,
and silently, I have come to know it.
-Woo Myung-
