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The Sun Rises

 

 

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As the sun begins to rise beyond that mountain, a group of birds flies in the direction of the sun, as if they slept at the sun¡¯s nest and rise from it. The birds with golden wings flew over my head quickly, but the vestiges came into my eyes and lived in my heart. How long can I live with such beautiful images?

 

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When the sun begins to rise, we can only see the sun for a moment. Every morning, I run and share affection with the sun, facing the sun. When we open our eyes, our hearts open. We say to the one who starts ¡®love¡¯, ¡°You have opened your eyes on love¡± or ¡°You are blind on ¡®love.¡± We say you have opened your eyes to accepting someone you love with your heart, and that you are blind to loving someone you love unconditionally. When I open my heart, the fiery sun comes into me and takes its place. It is not the normal sun, but the blazing desert sun. The sun-bearing heart is full of confidence and strength with which we can do anything, no matter what. That's so when we're in love.

 

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The sun is beautiful, mysterious, and excited, though I always see it. Today, I feel the sun's caress all over my body and am delighted. After I made love with the spring sunshine that rose at dawn to my heart¡¯s content, My feet bound well like rubber balls. It is exciting to feel the elasticity of a rubber ball in our body, even when we are over 50 and close to 60. As I run, I imagine that I¡¯ll get light as a feather and fly lightly in the sky. When I run, I get the feeling of feathers coming out from under the shoulder. I dream that if I run endlessly, my feathers will grow and I fly freely in the sky. I am now running freely on this earth like a bird.

 

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There is a rhythm in marathon. There is a rhythm in running steps and a constant rhythm in breathing. There is a rhythm of joy in the sound of the heartbeat. It is also nice to run, writing a pleasant song of running with two legs on the road, thinking it is a five-lined music sheet. Now my steps share love with the earth. When I get this boost, my running for a while gets closer to dancing, riding some musical rhythm. As I run through the desert, I feel as if I were running over a cloud. I can almost hear the best music that the wind resonates with me. The exciting dance that unfolds on the land of spring makes the land pleasing. The spring sun-lighted land starts to stretch out its curled body all the winter time. If I tap the earth lightly, I can feel the earth wriggling, too. I taste the joy of the unity of the sun, me, and the earth. Like a tree, our life is rooted in the earth, sucking up the water of love between people and Mother Nature, doing photosynthesis by receiving the warmth of the sun, and growing and reproducing.

 

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I wasn't the only one to run through the spring land. I found four wild horses swarming down the street in front of me. I approached them stealthily, dreaming of communicating with them, but they hear my whimper and run away. When the distance is maintained to a certain distance, they stop again. And when I approach them again, they run again and run forward. I soon gave up communicating with them and hoped they would become unconscious of me and peaceful, but on the left side there was a highway and a ranch barbed on the right side, so they couldn't go anywhere and kept gliding in front of me. They seem to have misplaced their way while running in the field.

 

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Breaking up with the wild horses and running a little more, a young Indian couple walk by and hand me two hamburgers and a cold drink that were apparently bought for themselves. Thinking how far they've gone to buy hamburgers in the middle of this desert, but I don't hesitate and accept the fresh drinks and hamburgers that haven't cooled down yet. So I'm impressed by their warm deed. In fact, I've been hungry for a while now, but I've been holding on, eating only a sweet peach can and a piece of doughnut because I don't want to eat really bad canned food. The instinct of survival is amazing. I was now doing without a shame about taking food and eating on the street. It hardly rained in the desert, but the warm rain I met from time to time drenched my soul that might be dried on the long, rough journey along ¡°Bitdurunggil¡± or ¡° Lightpath-MK¡±. This hamburger becomes more than a hamburger, so it melts in my body, becomes blood, flesh and energy.

 

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I haven't eaten Korean food for almost two months. The type of pain comes to me in many forms, but the pain that I can't eat is the biggest. During this extreme physical challenge, the pain of being unable to nourish myself to the fullest is great, and the pain of being unable to eat Korean food is also great. I want to eat Korean styled ribs and pork belly, and I am nearly dying to eat gimchi stew and soybean paste stew. I imagine eating radish gimchi, gimchi stew and soybean paste stew several times a day. Imagination is becoming more persistent and intense. What can I do for this ungovernable longing for Korean food? A little further from now, Mr. Ham In-cheol, my senior, who lives in Texas, will come to cheer me with gimchi stew. Even friends in New York said they would come around the turning point, but it is not easy to live in a tight immigration life. But Ham In-cheol will definitely come. I'm not running towards any goal now, but I think I'm running to eat gimchi stew. I was filled with anticipation of meeting with the senior who would carry the delicious gimchi stew with pork drenched and large white tofu piled up in it. I'm confused what is first to me between the senior or gimchi stew.

 

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I thought that the religious realization of perfect peace could be achieved only by the monk who devoted himself to studying in the deep mountain. But I found out the secret of heaven that there was the great peace when my whole mind was focused on my body while I was running and breathing a big breath. I became so clear and clean as I ran from dawn before sunrising to sunset every day. I shed tears thinking of my family, teacherss and friends, but even those were the tears of peace. It is said that dopamine, the energy of happiness, is generated by repeated actions. When we run breathing big, our mind is focused on the running itself, so our useless thoughts disappear and joy and peace come to us. The everlasting truth is that when our body is comfortable, our mind is not good, and when our body is busy doing something good, our mind is good.

 

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I caress my mind with a great breath in that absolute silence of running. I¡¯m doing a reverent ritual of calling "the absolute being" amid the movement of two legs that repeat themselves at a constant speed. It is a desperate ritual with an ardent desire to become the master of my own life in the endless stream of pain. Running is the best ritual that I have ever given to God.

 

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In Albuquerque, the sea level went down to 1,379 meters, so I hoped to continue downhill now, but the road to Moriarty again goes up to 2,135 meters above sea level. Once again I realized how large the Rocky Mountains were. Now, running and running even for almost a month, I can't get out of the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. arriving at Santa Rosa, I thought it was going down, but it went up again. The road always went up and down, and up again. Going up and down such a path, pushing a heavy cart and facing the wind, was like the worst punishment. But now I can feel the altitude drop a little bit. Now New Mexico is almost over and Texas is not far away.

 

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The hardships and difficulties of our life are said to be the pillars that support our life. I've come to believe this word now. Regardless of my rough skin and skinny body, I now show more vitality than ever even while pouring out my limits almost infinitely every day and can feel for myself that I am stronger than ever. My shadow extends long on the horizon and I turn back, and now the sunset is turning red. I can see the sun again at sunset. Seeing the setting sun, my body and mind seem to be turning red, too. The sun fills my heart with something indescribable.

 

 

 

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