sera - Hello Poetry

Perhaps the moment has come. I raise my head, and the sky stretches endlessly— their gestures, their voices summon me. With a ****** from the earth, I rise into flight, toward my homeland, toward my longing, toward the flock that waits for me. They move in such beauty, their feathers shining, pure as snow, carving grace through the air. I enter among them— signals encircle me, my companions of long desire, my long-awaited kin. Hello. With these swans of radiance, I am one at last, our wings beating as a single breath. The sky is blue, the heavens clear, and we— we are only beauty.

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Aug 17, 2025

Aug 17, 2025 at 12:58 PM UTC

A Primal Encounter

Perhaps the moment has come. I raise my head, and the sky stretches endlessly— their gestures, their voices summon me. With a ****** from the earth, I rise into flight, toward my homeland, toward my longing, toward the flock that waits for me. They move in such beauty, their feathers shining, pure as snow, carving grace through the air. I enter among them— signals encircle me, my companions of long desire, my long-awaited kin. Hello. With these swans of radiance, I am one at last, our wings beating as a single breath. The sky is blue, the heavens clear, and we— we are only beauty.

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For someone it can be a noise Drum beats tremble with space metals split the bunch of leather beats A typhoon of disorder Staying wrapped in the middle of a striking hurricane Feeling the sound shouting to me My heart beats It absorbs those beats It shakes my head touching my spirit This music long ago came from shamans When the music was a human ceremony Mysterious rhythms What are those numbers in the elastic organic rhythms? What are those symbols of the perception of the world? Followed long roads and formed through time passing from people to people with their own body rhythms Their clouds Their rains Their thunders Their earth Transformed in the orchestra of percussion And the story of their nature descends to me I hear my ancestors their messages I meet them and now I play Their and our rhythms of the Korean percussion

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Jun 28, 2020

Jun 28, 2020 at 8:54 AM UTC

Korean percussion

For someone it can be a noise Drum beats tremble with space metals split the bunch of leather beats A typhoon of disorder Staying wrapped in the middle of a striking hurricane Feeling the sound shouting to me My heart beats It absorbs those beats It shakes my head touching my spirit This music long ago came from shamans When the music was a human ceremony Mysterious rhythms What are those numbers in the elastic organic rhythms? What are those symbols of the perception of the world? Followed long roads and formed through time passing from people to people with their own body rhythms Their clouds Their rains Their thunders Their earth Transformed in the orchestra of percussion And the story of their nature descends to me I hear my ancestors their messages I meet them and now I play Their and our rhythms of the Korean percussion

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Suddenly recognized a day running in the morning An enemy that I was raising another myself Why you are there How long have you been there You have tackled me against my entire identity You have denied what I was doing Stop You came from society when I was young By the words from nearest people I refused to accept you But you have slid to my space Shocked It was me who was raising in the place that calls unconsciousness Now I have found you I **** you

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Jun 14, 2020

Jun 14, 2020 at 11:07 AM UTC

End of the guerrilla warfare

Suddenly recognized a day running in the morning An enemy that I was raising another myself Why you are there How long have you been there You have tackled me against my entire identity You have denied what I was doing Stop You came from society when I was young By the words from nearest people I refused to accept you But you have slid to my space Shocked It was me who was raising in the place that calls unconsciousness Now I have found you I **** you

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The plain was large and flat I was standing there Hills and trees were around I saw a lion appearing with his slow gaits He was approaching me Stopped in front of me he said "Take my strength" I said "Thank you" and embraced him

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May 18, 2020

May 18, 2020 at 3:05 PM UTC

I met a lion

The plain was large and flat I was standing there Hills and trees were around I saw a lion appearing with his slow gaits He was approaching me Stopped in front of me he said "Take my strength" I said "Thank you" and embraced him

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Departure! Raise the anchor and raise the sail Now the wind blows Two compasses inside of me turn their lights on The first one tells where to go by private signals The second one interprets the stories from the sun, stars, sea, and the wind Decoding the two from inner voice and from the world I decide to turn the prow adventure is there How big the sea Can't resist the wind and waves in front By drifting and grounding learned from the past But being friends with wind and waves weaving own rhythm New route appears in each moment to an unknown world Seeing the land lower the sail and descend the anchor Earth fertilises the sailor's soul to go back to the sea

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May 18, 2020

May 18, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC

Sailing to an unknown world

Departure! Raise the anchor and raise the sail Now the wind blows Two compasses inside of me turn their lights on The first one tells where to go by private signals The second one interprets the stories from the sun, stars, sea, and the wind Decoding the two from inner voice and from the world I decide to turn the prow adventure is there How big the sea Can't resist the wind and waves in front By drifting and grounding learned from the past But being friends with wind and waves weaving own rhythm New route appears in each moment to an unknown world Seeing the land lower the sail and descend the anchor Earth fertilises the sailor's soul to go back to the sea

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After the chaos of struggle When the source of power stopped flowing From the tensioned dried body I saw a paint appeared Colored in blue like a sky Elevating from The horizon of the sea Calmed down, I saw the paint Growing around me through me All pure blue Degrading in a lighter blue It was a light Constant Likely that it was already there And always behind

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May 17, 2020

May 17, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC

Saw it painted in blue, my state of mind

After the chaos of struggle When the source of power stopped flowing From the tensioned dried body I saw a paint appeared Colored in blue like a sky Elevating from The horizon of the sea Calmed down, I saw the paint Growing around me through me All pure blue Degrading in a lighter blue It was a light Constant Likely that it was already there And always behind

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Immersing in silent place No boundary between the outer world and me When I myself fill the space and time And when finally all disappear I realize that I am the world and the world is me

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May 13, 2020

May 13, 2020 at 8:20 AM UTC

Meditation

Immersing in silent place No boundary between the outer world and me When I myself fill the space and time And when finally all disappear I realize that I am the world and the world is me

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In my room a small forest surrounds a piano Their leaves when I play turn the pages Melodies of passing valleys Pine smelling vines Water drops Then I boil some water to fill a flower-printed teapot with dried lavender Tea taste of piano melody wanders in the forest

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May 12, 2020

May 12, 2020 at 3:17 PM UTC

A tea in a piano forest

In my room a small forest surrounds a piano Their leaves when I play turn the pages Melodies of passing valleys Pine smelling vines Water drops Then I boil some water to fill a flower-printed teapot with dried lavender Tea taste of piano melody wanders in the forest

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When the sky changes its colors Red, rose, orange, yellow inclining light to dark blue It covers all our busy life and sends a sign Introducing a slide to another world Reserved only Once a day So at every time Until the last day of my life I will just let myself plunge When encountering this sight

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Apr 17, 2020

Apr 17, 2020 at 3:04 PM UTC

When the sky changes its colors

When the sky changes its colors Red, rose, orange, yellow inclining light to dark blue It covers all our busy life and sends a sign Introducing a slide to another world Reserved only Once a day So at every time Until the last day of my life I will just let myself plunge When encountering this sight

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In eastern and western northern and southern regions in the world A story that comes from long ago to never end The story of a hero The one who is pulled by unknown power of nature and who finally, embraces that power to be the giant nature Same story born in every human Eager to search a missed piece of oneself as a question to complete the mission of vital-being We discover who we are Seeing the hero deep in mind

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Apr 11, 2020

Apr 11, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC

Myth of the hero

In eastern and western northern and southern regions in the world A story that comes from long ago to never end The story of a hero The one who is pulled by unknown power of nature and who finally, embraces that power to be the giant nature Same story born in every human Eager to search a missed piece of oneself as a question to complete the mission of vital-being We discover who we are Seeing the hero deep in mind

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