WHO AM I, YET AGAIN?

Like a star at dawn,

a flash of lightning in a cloud,
or flickering lamp.

A bright illusion,
and a phantom and a dream,
or a passing cloud.

A shining dewdrop,
reflecting the morning scene,
or a running stream.

A fleeting bubble,
joyfully alighting high,
in the morning sky.

 
By Bup Sahn Sunim
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