Young-ha Kim

Abiding nowhere, give rise to the mind.”

So, in the emptiness, no form,

No feeling, thought, or choice,

Nor is there consciousness.

No eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind.

“We trouble life by the care of death, and death by the care of life.”

I drizzle the pan with oil

. The bumper was dented.

My name is Kim Byeongsu. I turned seventy this year.

hermitage or temple lodging.

suspicious-looking persons and the mentally ill were considered suspects

When I was younger, I tried to understand others, but it was too difficult a task for me.

From the same poem: “The times I lived were like bootleg liquor that no one had ever tasted. / I got easily drunk in the name of those times.”