I Do Not Know Whose footprint is that paulonia leaf That drops softly, rousing ripples in the windless air? whose face is that blue sky Glimpsed between the threatening, dark clouds Blown by the west wind after a long rain? Whose breath is that fragrance in the sky Over the flowerless tree, over the old tower? Whose song is that bickering stream That quietly flows, starting from nowhere And making the stones weep? Whose poem is that evening glow That adorns the fading day, Its lotus feet standing on the endless sea, And its jade  hands patting the sky? Burnt ashes become fuel again. My endlessly burning heart, Whose night does this Flickering lamp illumine?                                                  Chi-Hwan Yu * Home * Profile * Life's Delights * Pictures * Journal * Wisdom * * Faith * Arts & Lit * Books * Korean Food * Recipes * Links * "A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty. " Sir Winston Churchill