Entering the Inner Forest

1월에 만난 벚꽃

My soul is, in a sense, a lush forest.

I sometimes enter it when I run,

drifting deeper into a landscape of the self,

happily lost in a sea of thoughts, held

in the bittersweet embrace of memories.

Rain gently touches my body and soul;

the soft pit-pat of my steps

fall into rhythm with my heartbeat.

If I’m lucky, I remain there, lingering

in the stillness of my forest, a little longer.

Ah—cherry blossoms.

My dear friends,

how glad I am to see you again.

But you’ve come a little too early—

it is only January. Why such haste?

May the winter hold you gently

until the time is right.

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(C) Flying Pie

(C) Flying Pie