The air has changed over the night.The sun still rises in the East, but from a little different direction.All the trees on the hill of Yang Han Jeong have begun to drop their dried leaves on the ground, signaling the coming of Autumn.At the hill, there is joy of Earth out of Heaven of the trees. The voice of the sunshine The voice of grass and of the trees The voice of a bird in the sunshine, singing to me that which I long to hear. Messages, messages of a changing season.In the sky, cotton white clouds drift together, decorating the vast horizon of sky with their own mystic beauty, pleasing all the living creatures on Earth with joyful and peaceful energy.Oh! beautiful sky and space!May your beauty glorify the Earth with peace.
- COMMEMORATION OF 73rd ANNIVERSARY OF THE KOREAN WAR
- the Final Speech of General Douglas MacArthur that was delivered at West Point
- Critical Lessons from the History of Three Kingdom (Koguryo, Paikje, Silla) during 3 century to 8 Century
- Reviewing what Albert Einstein left as his own message
- Poetry Recitation Concert at Carnegie Hall, on May 20, 2023
- My trip to Yang Pyung, Korea
- Old memory at Human Rights Award Ceremony
- Global Bank Run and Chinese Imperialism
- The power of Art
- Pursuit of a Trace of Rip Van Winkle
- Valentine’s Day
- Meeting with 김의환 뉴욕총영사
- Gloomy Eve of Christmas in 2022
- A Merry Christmas in 2022!
- WINTER 2022