I hiked up the small Gobong Hill to visit the little temple I used to visit when I lived here: 영천사. A monk there remembered me, that American who had cancer.
Day: May 16, 2024
Caveat: Poem #2843 “Unmooring”
ㅁ there's a detachment that arises when traveling to old places - once willfully forgotten - they're now resurrected like shadow kingdoms and there's nothing different... faded... lost...
– a nonnet.