Beautiful flow - Geonmok Lee
Where the clouds flowed
Every morning when I leave the house, I look at the sky.
It has been part of my daily routine since when it started.
My eyes were sailing far into the sky.
Showing a different face every day,
My mind also began to flow slowly like a cloud.
Just like the clouds flow, my life also flows somewhere.
The clouds were the flow of time.
Light-colored clouds rise and wriggle.
In that vast and quiet space,
I hear the sound of time passing in the clouds.
From the clouds, you realize the true meaning of flowing.
What I see in the clouds is my heart.
When I and the clouds felt a close unity with each other,
It contains images that transcend space and time.
Erase the color and save only the traces of clouds that remain in your mind.
Expressing the flow of clouds in that process is the art I am trying to show.
The clouds disappear and come back again.
It may seem like it is disappearing or it may seem like it is eternal.
These changes also resemble our lives.
It is born, grows, and eventually disappears.
Flowing like clouds,
I admire that flow.
I think I yearn for an ideal flow that flows naturally.
Looking at the clouds,
Think about the true meaning of what flows,
I am looking for the direction of the ideal flow of life.
As the philosopher Immanuel Kant said, criticizing rationalism and empiricism,
Use experience as material,
You can know universal truth through your own innate awareness.
Make space an experience,
If time is perceived,
Beyond the beautiful appearance of clouds, it also provokes philosophical contemplation.
Like Kant's transcendental aesthetics of space and time,
Isn’t the place where the clouds flowed the ideal flow of our lives?
Dreams are beautiful things,
Clouds also bloom beautifully like dreams.
Even now, as I walk along the sunset-colored path, the clouds are flowing non-stop.
How beautiful is the change in space and time created by those clouds.
Today too, I look at the place where the clouds flowed and dream of a beautiful flow.
