To be the painter of light, the child of infinity
in joy, in goodness, in hope for happiness;
not to bow one's head and seek out other eyes;
to be a ray of light that wildly spins around.
The Painter of Light © Ladanseuse
Transl. "Malíř světla"
This blog is dedicated to my original, authorial poesy, poetry in prose, musings, construals, and translations. My heart is aflame with passion for both dance and writing as channels for my creative self-expression. Both constitute a language of its kind and to my liking that metamorphizes, alchemizes and reveals the inner world. Here raises a soundless voice that yearns to be heard; here thumbs a wild heart in a dervishesque whirl. The I is poetry in motion, mine is a dance of words.
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