Category Archives: Poems

The Third

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Neither outside nor inside
I am the third.
I was once a butterfly,
Angels with snow wings
Flew with me in the sky.

Neither above nor below,
Yesterdays grabbing me.
I really feel that I’m at home,
I am the third, I am the lone.

Neither friend nor companion,
I’m not an enemy either.
I did bring nothing,
I don’t take anything,
I can’t even cry.

Neither pebble nor mountain,
Just wide eyes open.
Neither David nor Goliath
I’m sitting on the edge of the world
And in silence I listen.

I am the third.
Autonomous statue,
Remained forgotten
By a hand to cut out
From the stone
When time once began…

Nyíregyháza, September 30, 2003

English translation: September 13, 2023

Equator

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Equator,
North and South,
It separates, it connects.
Connects and separates.
Does it separate, does it connect?
Accept what the day presents
And you will find the answer
Between two never-been moments.

Nyíregyháza, January 17, 2011.

English translation: August 29, 2023

You Ask

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I know you ask a lot of times, too,
what is the meaning of life.
Why the suffering, the pain,
war, fear of children,
all our hopes in vain.

With that, so am I. I want to know if it’s worth it.
But you know, it’s none of our duty
to decide if it’s good here to be,
is it good to think what’s life about,
because you can really find out
what is life worth
when it hurts
and You struggle for every breath
and You are happy for every minute
You can still get.

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Watch Everything Carefully

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Watch everything carefully
And if what you see, you don’t understand
It’s not the world’s fault
It’s yours, just yours.

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Everyone

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Everyone has a secret knowledge,
One knows it, does not the other.
If You don’t afraid of the truth,
Get to know who You really are,
To open Your Self, the very inner,
Close Your eyes, and tell a prayer.

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Listening

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I’ve listened to everything,
I saw sunlight and darkness.
I’ve listened to the rain and the silence,
But the secret remained a secret, unsolved,
And that’s fine.

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