Fountain, fountain

Who knows the game, ‘fountain, fountain’?
I played today with Toni for the first time, and probably the last time for me 🙈
The game goes like this,
A: help! I’m fallen in to the fountain!
B: how deep is the fountain?
A: 359 meter deep! ( I guess, this game is to teach kids how to count numbers.)
B: shall I help you out from there?
A: Yes, please! You should do this for me!
So, here comes the task to do. I was at first A, so I ordered 1 somersault to Toni. Guess what, what I received by next turn. 🙈 9 Somersault, 9! Honestly hand on your chest, how many times have you done this somersault without pause?! I thought, I must throw up after 9 somersaults. 🤢

Cycle

It’s always the first time for oneself by every breath, every experience, every exchange, every feeling, every thought. But we put some special meaning to some things, persons, experiences, life, even death. You may call it wealth, power, abilities, friends, loving people, careers, anniversaries, happiness, as well as sorrow…whatever. And we try to hang ourselves on them. We wish to know that we have someone, something to remember, care, love, be loved. But they all were, are right now, will be there and at the same time not there. There’s no you and no me, but we appear as you and me, we can’t see in different way.
I begin new stage of my life, but actually it was always there, is there and will be. Also my death was there, is here and will be. 

Condolences

Isn’t it awkward but at the same time magically fascinating? Only through one occasion of someone’s life, one at the end of planet can be impressed and get infused by lots of emotions, motives coming together.
It’s because of oneness. 🙏
I had to experience indirectly by one young man, whose father suddenly passed by.
It’s after all my own feelings, emotions, perceptions and I see myself how many thoughts and memories go around.
And today on my second child Toni’s birthday, I couldn’t help but draw this painting first, before I bake his favourite muffins.

I once hold a single exhibition in Karlsruhe, 2008, and at that time this kind of drawing arose in me. And on venissage I sang this song 과수원길, which I also used to sing for my children as lullaby.

동구밖 과수원길
아카시아 꽃이 활짝 폈네.
하얀 꽃 이파리 눈송이처럼 날리네.
향긋한 꽃냄새가 실바람 타고 솔솔.
둘이서 말이 없네
얼굴 바라보며 생긋
아카시아 꽃 하얗게 핀
먼 옛날의 과수원길.

Der Weg im Garten

Entlang des Weges im Garten
blühten die Akazienbäume schön und voll.
Weiße Blätter flogen wie Schneeflöckchen.
Durch einen leichten Wind roch
der süße Duft der Blumen.
Zweisam ohne Worte saßen sie da und
lächelten zueinander.
Der Weg im Garten damals,
wo die Akazienbäume weiß und voll
blühten.

the path in the garden

along the path in the garden
acacia flowers were blooming full.
white leaves flew like snowflakes.
by a light wind smelled
the sweet scent of flowers.
together without any word
we sat there and smiled to each other.
the path in the garden back then
where white acacia flowers were blooming full.

Text. Hwa-mok Park
Song. Gong-Sun Kim
translated by myself

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