The Dazzle of Sunrise

Nescience may be sweet, as in its relief from responsibility or involvement, and yet innocence may still subject one to suffering the consequences of events without being their originator. Its way is of the easiest: If chosen, it feels or appears peaceful, free of mental disturbance or any urge to act upon the unknown or unpercieved; if unwanted, it will cause disquiet while leading understanding to its dead-end. Truth-seeking is not for gentle spirits: It leads beneath the surface, through it all, right, to the core and takes courage to meet with a possibility of dreams getting frustrated, since what was once discovered and revealed can hardly escape your notice any more. The most fundamental part of any discovery is its acceptance, for without it, nought more than a shadow of enlightenment is percievable, this only deepening confusion and illusion for that matter. The bare factual reality, without sugar-coating or demonization, the distinct moment of looking truth right in the eyes is of essence here. While one's perception of reality is accurate in the sense of getting impressed by the external world internally, it is bound to be subjective as seen through specific eyes and filtered through a certain level of awareness and life experience and riverie, decievable by a mere semblance of actuality. It is as if all in the outside was the embodiment of either love or fear in one's mind's eye, enlivened and transformed depending on the energy thus emanated and recieved, thus forming a distinct image of the world. One may feel hopeless when swallowed by the dark or find solace in anticipating the light of another dawn. All that I fear will keep haunting me and all that I dream of will be constantly slipping away, but if I stand still and refrain from forcing anything into being according to my wishes, not in the sense of passivity or defeatism, for I shall put my heart into the realization of my dreams giving it my all, getting prepared for sure, but in the sense of letting it go eventually, surrendering the result to a higher power that exceeds me and all in existence, for the Universe favors vaillant hearts, being the energy of creation and loving-kindness, then even if armed with visions only, imagining myself in the midst of my destination, it is granted that I shall get there one day.. 🌞

The Dazzle of Sunrise @ Ladanseuse

Based on an English-written musing dated 29. 11. 2005, elaborated, edited and published on 27. 1. 2026

The Beacon in a Storm

Propius than propinquity may distance be
if the untouchable is within reach;
what anguish it is gazing into stony eyes,
touching the dead cold of souls departed;
the heart of yours may be most closely tied to that which it lets go,
which shines within like a gem, and yet it is the wind of vast plains.

A time that passess changelessly
once feels snail-paced,
then whizzes by like a hurricane;
in the lure of humming sea waves
you dip your hands in sandy dunes,
caressed by a zephyr and kissed by sunrays
wishing for it to stand still for eternity.

Distant travels return you to yourself at times,
at home yours is strangeness and strangeness is yours,
in the tears of yours dwells a smile sweet like strawberries;
smooth is the texture of your velvety skin,
through your aura rose petals descend,
singing the ode of a lost child self-discovered in an embrace.

Behold a miracle-filled life,
its glitter, scent intoxicant,
longing to live it stings and burns and aches;
you yearn to enliven your deepest dreams,
rise out of dust like a Phoenix,
never give up despite bloody wounds,
even aflame open your heart to it.

Even a temple that stands reaching to the empyrean
is a vision notionally-conceived,
stone to stone in an eternal interlink
the storm shall pass with a beacon shining into the nightly darkness
in the safety of the warmth within its walls,
and how much time and effort is needed for it to be erected?

The Beacon in a Storm @ Ladanseuse
English translation of Maják v bouři
Undated groundwork, expanded upon, edited and published on 26. 1. 2026

Flame of the Night

 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