Self Portrait All alone I visit a deserted well by a paddy-field beyond the hill. Then I quietly look into the water. In the well, the moon is bright; clouds saunter; the sky spreads; blue winds breathe; the autumn dwells; and there is a man. Somehow I hate the man.  So I turn around to go away. On my way back, I feel sorry for the man. I return to the well and look down.  he remains in his place.  I hate him again.  I turn around to go away.  On the way back, I long for the man. In the dwell, the moon is bright; clouds saunter; the sky spreads; blue winds breathe; the autumn dwells; and the man stands there like memory.                                                             Dong-Ju Yun * Home * Profile * Life's Delights * Pictures * Journal * Wisdom * * Faith * Arts & Lit * Books * Korean Food * Recipes * Links * "Whatever is begun in anger ends in shame." Benjamin Franklin