The Radix

 A question is raised of what the essence is whence 
threads lead further to weave the web of my existence.
I'm a deep, a vast dancing in the waves –
where are the shores of hers?

A flicker turned into flames...

Out of wonder at what the merits are
of going back so far in time,
amid the craze of 'the here-and-now' 'n' 'the discard-of-the-redundant',
a truth has sprung up:
The roots are there – here is but 
a tangle of branches...
whence does this all-embracing feeling arise?

Thus, in order to comprehend the here, one must 
go there–to the source, the radicles, the inception–
'n' seek out the links, connectivity,
songs of one's inner child,
uncovering a primal wellspring of the undercurrent of one's life.

Days of yore yearn for a remedy and inclusion
lest they linger on as an infliction,
for all our life is contained within 'em,
and yet they go, "Forget it!"
Where's the wisdom carried within then? – Discarded!

That's, we need a firm footing so as to stand up and take wing.

Made up is the division of time, all's intertwined:

It's an endlessly flowing river, wavelet by wavelet, the esse of our being,

and still they maintain that the one 'n' only ripple is It,

but each 'n' every one of 'em composes the stream 

as they all in myriads interflow diffusing rappidly...

The Radix © Ladanseuse 

An originally unnamed Czech-English prose turned poesy of 24. 1. 2025, 

 in Czech "Kořen" published on 15. 10. 25,

this English rendition published on 14. 10. 2025