Hebel (2)
Yung Suk Kim
A breath drawn in, a vapor released—
it appears, it fades, yet never truly departs.
It simply returns to the vast, invisible air.
There is no fault in this shifting.
To see things as they are is to find peace.
Our lives are hebel—a mist in the morning light.
There is nothing wrong with this briefness.
For the paradox remains:
Life is only so precious because it cannot stay.