Mother is my earth whence I grow and branch up to the skies like a tree,
my hair merging into radicles drinking from a wavy depth;
fate is reflected in the sheen of pebbles on the palm,
in echoes of my soul whisper I live:
Always seek light in the darkness, ignite it to illuminate her, via a tiny flame ward off the night,
for it is your beating heart, the warming ardour of undying love, the pivot of life and man;
nurture your peace amid a storm whooshing by,
for only so you can step onto a boulder in a flowing river without getting swept by a raging torrent
and discover the inner sage to guide you through life.
Aureate lava erupts from her eyes by a glittery luna of the night,
in a tangle of ringlets it sneaks into the shadows,
traces in the book of life has ignited
and her flare of energy emits from within.
Star dust descends from above in the rustle of leaves,
the solar disc gleams through arboreal crowns
where the moss feels soft as my body sleeps
and my soul dreams expanding up to the clouds.
Flame of the night @ Ladanseuse
English translation of Plamínek noci
Collected from snippets of my own thoughts and fantastic visions, published on 21. 1. 2026