In the Desert of Your Heart

In the desert of your heart

my seeds won't start but die out;

in the desert of your heart

there's no blossoming to be found;

in the desert of your heart

I cannot survive;

in the desert of your heart

beauty cannot stay alive.

If a flower is withering,

it is not to blame for it;

if in a desert I am losing my life,

neither am I blameworthy.

Like love,

I am crying out for

a living, rich and fertile ground

wherein I can dwell and thrive,

flowering all around.

In creative ways, places and people

I need to seek out

that flowering ground –

only then,

if I knock,

the door will open

with the key I carry in my heart.

In the Desert of Your Heart © Ladanseuse

Transl. "V poušti tvého srdce", written ultimately on 15. 5. 2021