In a certain land, 24. In another, 23.
“Derek” for the past 13, now a return to, “Kunhee.”
A lifetime paradigm of sorts. Puzzle, even paradox, considered.
All cumulates to its Genesis.
Fellow pilgrims encountered on this way; Heed taken to their counsel:
Mother Father as cast iron. Friendship closer than kinship. Simplicity in Truth. Truth is simple.
All in the Book of Wisdom.
Yet beneath lies a crevasse unseen.
Assimilating at last, yet feeling more distant than ever.
Distance cries its lies. Fresh manifestations of a familiar vice.
But Moses, Paul, they too, fretted, says that closer-than-brethren friend.
Mysterious seasons as yours are rare not. Thus fear not.
I turn back to the Book.
The Author orchestrates, I see; Tuning and trying, for utility.
So I do see, slightly clearer, reality is no paradox, if I only perceive.
It took a familiar foreign place, to see, there is a dwelling pasture, peace abundant.
I do perceive. Less a paradox, but beneath my feet: Stability.
Seeing and savoring this on 23.
Derek Kunhee Kim
Special thanks to Lynnae Supplee for her revisions.