Documente Academic
Documente Profesional
Documente Cultură
David Toth
Written during 2009-2015
Contents
Identity
Our Depths . . . . . .
A Man Who Yearnt to
He Came to Learn . .
A Man of Happiness .
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Fight
Where I Find Life . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Towards the Sun . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Escaping the House of Demise . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Homeland
Vita Brevis . . . . .
Desert Man . . . . .
Searching Home . .
Pilgrimage . . . . . .
Flower of Happiness
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Humans
The Song For the Teacher
Spark . . . . . . . . . . .
Asking For Forgiveness . .
Little Rose . . . . . . . .
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Mathematics
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Mathematicians Mind . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 13
I am a Mathematician! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 13
Identity
Our Depths
How
Our
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little we are!
depths yearn to see the light,
light that makes fruit out of dust and water
discloses all the truth hidden in darkness.
He Came to Learn
A little child was born into the world,
fragile and naked with no possesions,
he landed on crying in the universe of pain,
breathing the air of the Earth through his nostrils.
He came
decided
trading
he sold
A Man of Happiness
Call me a man of happiness,
even when I cry,
remember me as a man full of life,
after I die.
Let my joy be your companion,
may I guard you closely from the sky,
that intentions of your heart stay pure,
like rainbow rays of mountain waterfalls.
Fight
Where I Find Life
Not in
not by
nor by
in the
Homeland
Vita Brevis
Storm concerto falling down in streams,
belly-tin dancers on a dusky roof,
or silent drops sliding down the skin,
long night journeys throbbing.
Mighty wings of sea lions,
churning shouts of mermaid maggots,
echoes of forgotten heroes,
aquatic mirage of ancient sands.
The ocean peace and night cease,
coral winds and surface swings,
water sun in dawning tan,
colorful shoals without shepherds.
On one day the sea will swim far away,
where a man cant go,
You will open your ears,
but there will be silence.
Desert Man
A man in desert searches water,
he sees visions in the sky,
"Where is water?", he questions.
His voice disappears with wind,
leaving the dunes laughing.
The desert listens and stays silent,
as for gold treasure the man quests for water,
then he beholds a stone talking:
"When last did your tongue touch water?"
A man can go mad and stay sane,
naked in front of a stone without shame.
Searching Home
Like white sheep on the mountains,
we chase the sun from behind the shadows of the clouds,
like a shepherd running in the ebony torrent down the valley,
we are scared of night.
We search the permanent place, our home,
the abode where we could rest in peace for the sands of times.
Seconds, centuries, toddlers, nations, cultures,
rocks, stones, sands, wind, silence, dunes.
I can hear rain!
Pilgrimage
Far in the desert,
to the end of the world,
to the end of the universe,
to behold the birthplace of time,
a cradle of the constellations,
as distant as a human mind can think.
Deep in the ocean,
in the mountain top blizzard,
as low and as high as a human foot can step.
One step
one turn
one look
that far
in a room,
to the window,
outside to the garden,
a person needs to go.
Flower of Happiness
Once I knew a flower that believed in happiness.
She grew in rain, blossomed in winter.
Her petals were as gentle as a melody,
her leaves melted snow.
Humans
The Song For the Teacher
Dedicated to my teacher of English - Maros Mitrk
There is the world for us,
We were born to rejoice,
to fly towards the Sun,
to leap in the grassy leas.
Thirsty waves are waving to touch the moon;
mild birches are swinging to please a breeze.
A virgin with a tiara is awaiting her holy one;
wisdom is seeking the eager.
A good teacher is more valuable than gold,
The Teacher is my pearl and pride,
a good teacher is a gift from the gods,
profuse thanksgivings I shall shout forever,
a good teacher is the morning star,
My Teacher illuminates my paths,
a good teacher is your strength,
The Teacher gave me reasons to rise from dust,
a good teacher is a witness to the miracle,
My Teacher is a magic sage,
a good teacher worships truth,
The Astonishing Teacher presents me with His heart.
a good teacher fears for his own,
My Teacher would not let me go astray.
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Spark
I beheld your eyes like a flash from Heaven,
I slided into your unbounded abyss of happiness,
in a moment I breathed eternity,
I felt you entered me, my lungs,
as if you renounced something beautiful,
that can be gifted only once in life,
in order to be one.
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My
my
my
my
my
companion,
morning dawn,
start,
end,
thirst, ardour and zest.
talk in
whisper
hold my
hide in
read my
dreams,
in silence,
cup of water,
shade,
thoughts.
Little Rose
Let
let
let
let
and
let
let
let
let
let
let
let
let
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Mathematics
Mathematicians Mind
Manifold meadows, vector streams, a new function is rising, a day starts.
I eat a pi, counting its number of sevens.
I look straight towards the infinity,
to chase derivatives,
I permute the ideas with group actions,
construct a functor between analogies,
differentiate traces,
hide a matrix in a point.
In a small cave I behold germs of functions.
A derivative touches the surface of the sea,
in silence, an axiom flashes my mind,
a big bang turns the blank paper into a self-contained microcosmos,
where tears do not exist,
where for those who knock, the door is open,
where those who search the truth, find it.
I am a Mathematician!
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am
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a mathematician!
the one who turns questions into logical statements,
the one who finds the truth,
the one who beholds the order in the chaos.
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