even the most beautiful bodies
age and wither away.
invest in cultivating the Dharma,
and not wasting time being attached
to impermanent things.
I’ve loved you as a child,
and I love you still.
Nine magical innings
on a perfect summer day.
A simple game full of complex beauty.
I will love you as I age into an old timer.
I have dreamt of watching the Cubs play at Wrigley since I was a little boy. I fell in love with the Cubs watching them on WGN as a young boy that immigrated to the U.S. from South Korea.
Growing up in Western NC was not easy if you weren’t white or black, so I fell in love with everything American. There is nothing more American than baseball.
I saw the Cubs play in Detroit in the summer of 2009, while interning at a church in Birmingham, MI. Almost a decade later I still love baseball, and I love the Cubs with a fierce loyalty.
I loved the Cubs even when they kept disappointing me during the years of “the Curse,” and I love them post World Series win.
I am at Wrigley on a beautiful Sunday afternoon in Chicago. The Cubs are on the verge of sweeping the Pirates. It’s the bottom of the 6th inning, so anything could still happen.
Humid and hot,
but still a bright spot.
A beautiful city
in pure simplicity.
I will miss you Chicago,
when I go.
A playful poem in honor of Chicago during my weekend visit.
but my spirit
is still on fire
i love you
i want to run from you
i run towards you
what should i do?
in the end,