The River of Fire

The choice lies in my hands

and the universe observes

as it streches before me

in the ocean of liberty.

 The blessed rain

washes my fear away

as I open my arms to uncertainty

in the riches of earthly possibilities.

On my way to the light

even playful little flames can burn me

if I extend my hand too far.

At a place where

my path intersects with another one

I must stop

to perceive its line and outreach.

My step toward the light

may be

a fall into the dark

for my counterpart.

Stiff and speechless, I perish

with a smiley contentment of those

whose gaze is freezing-cold.

My path of growth is wounding,

and yet it is the principle of life;

an urge that cannot be ignored,

just as I cannot stop respiring.

I am a harbinger of

fire originating from water

which then changes into dust

and out of dust a new life springs...

The River of Fire © Ladanseuse

Transl. "Řeka ohně"