Poetry Collection by Yung Suk Kim
A Bitter Song of Thanks
and seeing feels pointless—
pour your soul out to heaven.
When today burns like hell,
cry to God.
Don’t stay in the dust.
Don’t despair for the broken reed.
Stand up.
Shake. Walk.
Dance with abandon.
Sing a bitter song of thanks.
Write your lament.
Crawl out of the ditch.
Feel the spirit rush in.
Inhale. Exhale.
You are a living miracle.
Poetry Collection by Yung Suk Kim
Not Vanity
Like a reed, I am frail.
Like dust, I am small.
But I am not vanity.
I am a gift of God.
Poetry Collection by Yung Suk Kim
All I Hold Is Now
The sun warms like a miracle.
Clouds drift as mysteries.
Rice and bread are holy gifts.
The whole world is a blessing.
Live eternally in the present.
Release the worry of tomorrow.
Unclench the fist of yesterday.
All I hold is now.
Eternity is this very moment.
Rejoice.
Poetry Collection by Yung Suk Kim
Like a Stream
Facing slopes and ascents on my journey,
I may falter.
I may pause for a moment,
taking a respite from this relentless walk.
The future may seem bleak.
I may lose heart over slow progress.
Even if nothing seems to heal my mind,
I cannot despair forever.
Nothing will hold me down.
I will walk my path
like an ever-flowing stream.
Poetry Collection by Yung Suk Kim
The Season’s Turn
All flowers hold beauty—
the famous bloom and the wildflower,
the flamboyant and the modest,
the fragile and the bold.
Each exists to flourish in its own name.
Lilacs carry the breath of spring.
Roses hold the heat of summer.
Cosmos whisper autumn’s hope.
Pansies show the quiet strength of winter.
They rise from roots, stems, and silent earth.
They bloom and fade,
yet they return with the turning of the wheel.
Poetry Collection by Yung Suk Kim
Metanoia
Ice is water.
Snow is water.
Rain is water.
It wears a thousand faces,
holds every reflection,
and takes the color of its vessel.
Unlike the burning sun,
water is cool, calm, and clear.
It is soft, yet it carves the stone.
Stiffness is death.
Softness is life.
Water is metanoia.
Poetry Collection by Yung Suk Kim
The Meandering Path
Under the same sun rising in Panama and Korea,
across the azure Pacific joining Fiji and America,
we share the mystery of life.
In spring, we dream of new creation.
Summer labors for the garden.
Autumn gives thanks for maturity.
Winter waits in hope.
Life is like the river.
It is beautiful because it meanders.
It flows freely to the lowest place.
On rainy days, fish leap and dance in the current.
Sometimes it overflows to feed the fields.
It does not seek a path;
it simply flows.
Poetry Collection by Yung Suk Kim
What Makes Us Whole
What makes us whole
is not knowledge, but love;
not wealth, but sharing;
not power, but justice.
Love builds us up.
Love with all you have.
Love all that you are.
This love will sustain you.
It reaches God and the world.
Only this love is true.
Poetry Collection by Yung Suk Kim
The Mother Valley
The higher the mountain, the deeper the valley.
Dark and low, cradled deep within the peaks,
it offers shade to weary souls.
The Mother Valley calls to all who are tired:
Let go of burdens, stress, and fear.
Lower your body.
Dip your feet in the cold water.
Wash away the hurry.
Feel the spirit of the valley.
See your reflection in the stream—
see how frail the "hero" truly is.
Flow with the water.
Breathe in the cool breeze.
Poetry Collection by Yung Suk Kim
The Unmarked Path
In love, I roam the forest’s embrace,
on familiar trails where thoughts find grace.
But often I stray from the well-worn way,
to silent paths where shadows play.
Tall trees guard the beaten track,
with splendid leaves and sturdy back.
But turning aside, I start to see
the fallen trunks, the broken tree.
Roots reach skyward, exposed and stark,
where wind and storm have left their mark.
They shape a story of night and day,
teaching us when to stand or sway.
A question lingers, vast and true:
How can we live as forests do?
Within this tapestry, wisdom hides—
lessons from nature’s silent guides.
Poetry Collection by Yung Suk Kim
Imperfect Vision
We see what we wish to see,
and feel only what comforts us.
Our vision is a veiled thing.
The forest exists between great forces—
heaven pulling from above, earth holding from below.
The wind rushes through the sea of trees,
while birds soar high and free.
New life rises from the soil,
while rocks and fallen giants sleep beneath.
Some trees sway in the dance;
others stand rigid and unwavering.
We cannot grasp the whole of this place,
nor the tensions hidden in the roots.
At last, I confess:
What do I truly see?
What do I truly know?
Poetry Collection by Yung Suk Kim
Fusion, Not Fission
The sun creates its power
not by fission, but by fusion—
not by splitting apart, but by joining together.
Do not divide people.
Do not sacrifice the parts for the whole.
Do not overpower with blinding light.
Be a gentle gravity; offer a steady warmth.
Let your light embrace, not consume.
Illuminate the path, but do not scorch the earth.
Like the sun in spring,
encourage the soul to rise and thrive.
Poetry Collection by Yung Suk Kim
The Gentle Touch
The wind is free.
We know it only by its touch.
Gentle and vast, it blows everywhere.
It holds no prejudice.
It does not ask for your name,
nor care for your fame.
Poetry Collection by Yung Suk Kim
Bring Heaven Down
Untouchable and vast is heaven.
Countless stars come and go,
yet nothing is lost forever.
They simply exist in new forms.
When you feel small, look up.
Sense the mysterious love that reaches beyond you.
Breathe in heavenly hope.
Bring heaven down to earth.
Poetry Collection by Yung Suk Kim
No True End
Death is woven in life’s seam,
a partner in this timeless dream.
Though ends draw near, make no mistake—
the spirit bends, but cannot break.
Energy flows, matter transforms,
returning home in cosmic forms.
There is no end, only rebirth;
Love conquers fear across the earth.
Poetry Collection by Yung Suk Kim
Brief Sparks
Life is not in future dreams,
nor in hidden piles of gold.
It is here, in the breath, by design—
a moment waiting to shine.
We are brief sparks in shadow and light,
whispers fading into the night.
So dance while you can. Follow your heart.
Sow love’s seed before you depart.
40 Meditative Poems on Mindful Topics