sofirilux

“Is it this very suffering flesh
that is only real?
This very self that exists for a brief spell,
thus frame that flow flooded with the use of life,
a mere flowerbud that burns with pure desire,
an illusory butterfly worn with cares.”
― Shin Sokch'o

“O water! O flowing water! O overflowing water!
What a bliss that your body is broken loose!
Never to be hardened into any form, your body is free
from worldly desires and sorrow.”
― Shin Sokch'o

“How can I do this? How can I leave everything known? How can I leave language and belonging and familiar faces, faces that look like mine? How can I leave this patch of earth that has been mine? Samson taught me once that the hydrangea blooms in a range of shades depending on the soil it sinks its roots into. From faintest pink to darkest night blue, the flower reflects the acidity of its patch of earth. How am I different? This person I am, will I be killed in the transition across the planet? What new person will emerge in that other soil?”
― Nayomi Munaweera, What Lies Between Us

“My soul years for something infinite as
that of children frolicking on the riverbank.
Tell me what it is you are craving for, where you
are headed. I am impatient to know.
Soaked in the smell of the greening earth
I walk all day long limping between the green of sorrow
and joy as if possessed by the spirit of spring.
But now that the land is no more our own
spring can no longer be our own.”
― Yi Sang-hwa, Does Spring Come Also to These Ravished Fields?