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"
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