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You may recite the poems, on television or
radio, but only if you specify that the author of the poems is
George Hara.
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Beyond Space, beyond Time, beyond Life itself,
where Light and Shadow cannot survive, there is the Nothingness
almighty. It can let you Escape its overwhelming embrace so that
you would see the Light, or it can swallow you into the darkest
Absurdity.
In the darkest spaces of the Universe, in the
coldest corners of the Infinite, sometime, far within the lace of
Time, a Spark of Nonexistence squirms in throes of birth like any
other creature it would spill from its bowels, somewhere, deep
within its labyrinth.
...
The Truth can come and go as it pleases, always
wandering throughout the sleepy minds. But know this: It does not
make itself, It does not change itself, It always follows You.
...
And all the Beauty of the Universe shall remain
hidden to You, not because It hides from You, but because You
hide from It.
...
With every second, in that moment when the Heart
stops beating and rests for a little while, You can feel Free of
all there is, You can Touch the Nothingness.
...
The Dawn
Lock the stones of monoliths
In the place of
galaxies
Spinning faster round and round
Till they break
apart around.
Hearts of stars have burned to life
Countless
planets circling wide
In the fire of the start,
Till some
harden like a rock.
...
Do you want to change the Past?
Do you want to
play a God?
Do you question: What if...
From the depths of
the Abyss,
From the past of Desert sand,
On the missing
pigeon Wings,
To the realms of our Dreams,
I shall give you
now, different way of History.
That's the father: mighty Nile,
That's the
mother: barren Land,
That's the child: our Dreams
Of a
Future with new wings.
But the Truth is catching up,
Our parents made
Mistakes.
It's for us to Chose a way,
To the Dawn of clear
days.
When the Prophet has arised,
When the World is
passing by,
It's a Future of the stars
Full of Fire still
above.
Suns and novas show the Way
For the souls of the
Kind
That is rising from abyss
Going farther: to the Bliss.
If the Fire in the sky
Fades away as our
guide,
We shall lose as smooth as silk
Restless glitter...
and we wilt.
The Mare
She's the Future of a Past, as a Glitter, she won't
last:
He has come to take away Heart and Soul to convey,
But
the Mare deep within shall arise and not give in.
If her
Fidget fades away, Sterling mare would obey.
It's my Fate to
take her Life in my hands and set her off.
This poem was born because of a dream I had.
I always wondered why I have "come" to this planet. So,
I guess my mind manufactured a story… and the story goes
like this:
Once upon a time, when magic was everywhere in
people's lives, there was I and the woman I loved and who loved
me back. We were together, but the bad sorcerer came and took her
away from me. Before he could take her, she transformed into a
beautiful white mare, only so that he could not touch her. She
became a prisoner.
As they have disappeared into the lace of time
through the power of sorcery, I have made a promise to her and to
the Universe to find the other half of my soul, She, in another
time, even on another planet, and save her from the hands of the
bad one… and make it so that he could never ever again
hurt anybody… or anything.
And I did trap him, into what he deserved: the
crippled prison of his own body. The only thing that's left is to
save her from the "magic" of this time… and if
there is no other way, to let her go where she wants and be what
she wants…
My Way
For I am older than the suns that raise above the
earth,
For You don't know what lies beneath of ourselves,
For
Pain's the way the humans learn,
So Pray to All to let you see
what I have seen so deep in me.
The thoughts that lurk in Dark will hide from
you
The Truth your heart will learn to bear
As Eons fade
your Soul's mist
Until the time you're Free to see.
You'll learn my Love that wars ' been fought
By
masters of Despair,
So You can all compare the facts of life
that rest upon,
But turn to mist as soon 's you Fall.
It's hard to see into the Dark,
It's hard to
look into the Light,
Yet Knowledge it's the only heir
That
helps us grow as Light embraces our minds.
This poem was also born because of a dream, a
healing dream (as I like to call them). It's so peaceful after
one of them!
Lumina
Dincolo de Spatiu, dincolo de Timp, dincolo de
insasi Viata, unde Lumina si Umbra nu supravietuiesc, acolo este
Nimicnicia atoate preaputernica. Ea te poate lasa sa-i scapi
imbratisarii coplesitoare astfel incat sa vezi Viata, sau te
poate inghiti in cea mai adanca Absurditate.
In cele mai intunecoase spatii ale Universului,
in cele mai reci colturi ale Infinitului, candva, departe in
meandrele Timpului, o Scanteiere a Nefiintei se zvarcoleste in
chinurile nasterii la fel ca orice alta creatura pe care va avea
sa o arunce din maruntaiele sale, undeva, ascuns adanc in
labirintul sau.
...
Odata izbucneste, in trei dimensiuni,
Si se
preschimba toata in foc, spatiu si scrum:
Nemarginirea,
cuprinsa fi va toata
De Licarirea ce arde Nefiinta, si Timpul
il destrama,
Infometata 'ntotdeauna de orizonturi noi,
Dar
va sfarsi la marginea intinsa
De forta prevazuta s-acapareze
totul.
...
Pe langa stelele desarte,
Planetele roiesc fara
de rost,
Caci soarta lor n-a fost vreodata
Sa poarte viata
intr-un loc.
Noua planete, impresurand o orbitoare stea,
Ca
niste perle pe catifeaua neagra,
Sint insasi sursa vietii
Ce
izvoraste 'n plinatatea sa.
Doar o cometa lucitoare
Se prinde tare de-un
pamant,
Iar viata 'ncepe sa de-a roade
Luand oceanele la
rand.
In intunericul adanc,
O raza palida a Lunii,
Un
vanticel un pic caldut
Si roua miilor de stele,
Se vad prin
ochii celui nefacut.
Lumina alba a Lunii pline
Aprinde apa de
argint,
Ca o fereastra catre stele,
Mii unduiri in pas
marunt.
Din ferecatele adancuri,
Din spuma apelor
maiestre,
In intunericul ce luce de-a stelelor vapaie,
Ridica
trupul iluzoriu al valului-femeie.
Cand zanele coboara dinspre ceruri
Si se opresc
o clipa pe pamant,
Se vede ceata dorului din gand
Al
stancilor-barbat.
...
Fiinta mica si chircita
Fi va stramosul cel
temut,
Caci omul se deosebeste,
Prin oare ce? voi frati
demult.
Tarziu in Noaptea Vietii, odata cu Lumina,
Se
naste o fiinta ce Get se va numi,
Si ea va creste, va modela
pamantul,
Va construi orase in fiecare zi.
Ca floarea, ca visul, ca speranta,
E viitorul
nemilos
Infaptuit de omu-nlantuit, de oamenii asemenea,
De
fapta lui si a acestora.
...
Cat Focul mai respira,
Cand omul ce se naste
inca mai suspina,
De la apus apare, pe steaua 'nvecinata,
O
licarire de lumina ca o minune mare.
Dar prevesteste, vai, o soarta nebuneasca,
Caci
steaua de alaturi e un vulcan tacut
Ce va porni o data sa arda
tot in cale,
Sau sa inghete toata in plina rasuflare.
Acum, fireste, urmeaza sa va spun,
Intreaga
povestire,
Ce fir cu fir se 'nnoada
Pe fiecare drum.
Istoria ce-i scrisa,
Descrie ce se
'ntampla:
Povestea vietii stelei
Si a pamantului de langa.
...
Libertatea
Safirul stelelor ce ard in spatiul negru si
adanc,
Cristalul apei care curge in spume si
cascade,
Smaraldul verde 'ntunecat al tropicalelor
paduri,
Rubinul si opalul unui apus si-un rasarit de soare,
Si
albul norilor care reflecta imensitatea muntilor
inzapeziti,
Aduna curcubeul in florile de munte
Ce isi
arata prospetimea, si viitorul, si speranta,
Le simt pe toate
fara limitare
Cu ochii Libertatii ce izvoraste din adanc.
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