And the heart that is beating in my material body
is not the heart that you should desire.
You foolish thing, what is it? My Child and Glittering Joy (You).
I know you world even though you are unknown.
I have walked ways of a lurking fear,
I have wandered through the dark, the channel of pain,
How futile is disillusion!
I fumble, I despair... I float in the universe, in the endlessness of dreams...
Whole, fulfilled, beautiful -- I would like to be.
All is like a thought, far away, in silence.
My only link to this world is my existence – nothing more.
If I disappear, so does the world, so does everything.
The essence must be found in other spheres.
How many dimensions are there?
And what is time –
when it has neither beginning nor end, being ceaseless, aimless, out of nowhere,
and still it brings things in to carry them away, being a keeper as well as a killer?
But is time that powerful, really, that eternal master,
or is within the power of man to make a choice and say: Moment, stay, stay forever; love, do not die?!
II. The Heart of Dreams Captured by Time © Ladanseuse
Transl. "Srdce snů v zajetí času", written on 7. 4. 2006
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