IV. Lovely Angel of Mine

Lovely angel of mine, wake up from a dream,

gain wisdom before going to sleep;

you fiery flame, you sandy imprint, you are a little mystery yourself...

You are a creator, you are a creator, you are a creator!

🌹

Play it, sing it, paint it, dance it, engrave it in stone

– win the race –

little angel, you will stay forever,

forever you will be mine.

🌹

Never will I tie you down, don't you ever tie me down.

And I feel love, knowing that you understand me.

As I stand, I feel; I feel that you are... far away – but you cannot be nearer.

🌹

What is space? 

We cannot be bound, imprisoned and stopped. 

We are free to go...

🌹

But I will return, I will always return,

unable to tear myself away from my fragment, my part,

not in my life – and what comes afterward?

Lovely Angel of Mine © Ladanseuse

Transl. "Krásný můj anděli", written on 7. 4. 2006

End of story. Go to the beginning:

I. A Riddle ⇇

III. A Treasure Trove of Wisdom

To think is not beautiful, to think is relevatory,

what is beautiful is to feel – even with all the pain,

as there are no correct or incorrect answers, all those possible interpretations of possibilities...

🌼

It is like a dwelling

on the edge of a cliff

with a murmuring surf beneath;

a question

whether I fall or fly, rise or climb, walk or stumble, speak or silence with thoughts.

🌼

And who is the sage, a treasure trove of wisdom – not that of nonsense,

who is the real, genuine bearer of the truth?

🌼

I was a child, and who will be a child of mine?

I was a thought, and who will be a thought of mine?

I was a trembling feeling, a flitting shadow, and who was it whose imprint was left in me?

And whom will I imprint myself in?

🌼

In a mozaic of correlations

all is intertwined, united we stand – strangers or not,

or else all falls apart.

🌼

There is no need to say anything to one another, we can just stand by and look on inactively –

but still all will flow on – it is irreversible, unstoppable, indestructible – 

like time, an eternal thought...

🌼

Whence does the source of that power spring? At what does it aim?

What role do we play?

Who are we?

Who am I?

III. A Treasure Trove of Wisdom © Ladanseuse

Trans. "Pokladnice moudrosti", written on 7. 4. 2006

⇉ IV. Lovely Angel of Mine

II. The Heart of Dreams Captured by Time ⇇

II. The Heart of Dreams Captured by Time

And the heart that is beating in my material body

is not the heart that you should desire.

You foolish thing, what is it? My Child and Glittering Joy (You).

I know you world even though you are unknown.

🌷

I have walked ways of a lurking fear,

I have wandered through the dark, the channel of pain,

How futile is disillusion!

I fumble, I despair... I float in the universe, in the endlessness of dreams...

Whole, fulfilled, beautiful -- I would like to be.

🌷

All is like a thought, far away, in silence.

My only link to this world is my existence – nothing more.

If I disappear, so does the world, so does everything.

The essence must be found in other spheres.

How many dimensions are there?

🌷

And what is time – 

when it has neither beginning nor end, being ceaseless, aimless, out of nowhere, 

and still it brings things in to carry them away, being a keeper as well as a killer?

But is time that powerful, really, that eternal master,

or is within the power of man to make a choice and say: Moment, stay, stay forever; love, do not die?!

II. The Heart of Dreams Captured by Time © Ladanseuse

Transl. "Srdce snů v zajetí času", written on 7. 4. 2006

⇉ III. A Treasure Trove of Wisdom

⇇ I. A Riddle

I. A Riddle

What is fragile like glass within but hard like stone without?

What runs like time in rapid succession but is motionless and intangible like air?

What is full of riches amidst a void?

🌸

Like raised dust... feelings circle in a spiral... and in the ocean of one's eyes lies a thirsty desert.

Rain falls up in time waves, in a flow of souls.

On the stones of our cathedrals eternity has settled, as have all traces of life.

🌸

On the threshold of our worlds

have a drink of wine, you sage who want to sleep;

daydream, observe the magic of connection and birth and liberty and being;

in a cobweb of words, in a mozaic of colors... seek... my laugh.

🌸

And my Self is omnipresent -- and yet nowhere.

Where is my home, the womb of my love,

how far do shores of the ocean of soul reach?

I. A Riddle © Ladanseuse

Transl. "Hádanka", written on 7. 4. 2006

⇉ II. The Heart of Dreams Captured by Time

The Alluring Wilds

I am allured by the wilds,

open plains, unending shores,

for it is in the absence of man

when you understand

the meaning –

you touch the universe,

get lost amid the shine of stars.

There you will see

how tiny you are,

and there you will grasp

that you are neither alone nor empty –

it lies not in the fullness of the world that surrounds you,

it is you yourself,

the whole world is within you.

You can walk all the ways,

and yet make no finds –

your searches are your roads

and your perseverance is your longing;

your surround is a world build upon thoughts

and you are the creator.

And who am I, who are you? I am, you are...

a drop in the ocean of life...

The Alluring Wilds © Ladanseuse

Transl. "Lákavé pustiny"

The Ghostlike World in Cobwebs of Life

 So arise,

darkness shan't swallow you –

if darkness is a far cry from you;

and light shan't blind you, neither shall the sun scorch you –

if you are the glowing shine of the sun.

In the ghostlike world

your dreams are being woven in cobwebs of life –

no, these are no air castles,

this is a faceless stone;

those burning sands know no feeling,

even if washed away by rain,

even if blown away by the wind

– but you, you are a life!

And if you are a life, why are you silent?

In the blind world of fumbling hands –

a gem in the dunes,

a temple hidden in the depths

– with no trace of existence

drowning in its sleep;

you have been engraved by eternity, prophet –

and yet you are not,

you do not exist,

you are but a dream, 

a dream of mornings, a dream of nights...

Who are you? Where are you?

When you are, and yet you are not...

The Ghostlike World in Cobwebs of Life © Ladanseuse

Transl. Přízračný svět v pavučinách života

A Miniscule Fraction of the All-embracing Universe

 I am just a miniscule fraction 

of the all-embracing universe,

I am but the dust

in the ever-changing cosmos;

I will fade away in a second

like an ephemeral scenery.

All that I touch disappears,

all that I love creates my fears;

I am speechless when in urge to talk,

I stumble when in need to walk.

It is very like me

to cry

when I shall part

with what I've adopted,

the fragment that is mine.

In the kingdom of my creation,

how can I be a victim

when I respect no restraint,

if not that of my own humble self?

A Miniscule Fraction of the All-embracing Universe © Ladanseuse

Mystery or Misery?

 I weep with a smile

and rejoice with a weep

like a child never born

in the dark shine of the sun,

as if there was life after death

and death was the moment of birth.

I feel...

a touch that warms me not;

a smile that hurts;

the sun drenched by the rain

in a mine field.

Nonchalant

like a butterfly dancing on the water surface,

grotesque

like a writhing viper –

all will perish one day...

Only time, in which the soul is expanding,

only the soul fulfilled with love

shall not vanish by death.

Is this all mystery or misery?

Mystery or Misery? © Ladanseuse

Transl. "Mystérie či mizérie"

Life

 Life 

is

a mystery for the living,

a longing for the dying,

and nothing any longer for the gone.

Life  © Ladanseuse

Trans. "Život"

Emotional Captors

  The tones of music in torrents of tears,

delight cried-out,

bottled melancholy...

They cannot dance

but trample,

the eyes

that fail to smile.

The grin of a killer,

the translucent body

veiled in an endless gown...

Confined, they desire me,

in the heart of my loneliness,

with all ways blocked,

with my light extinguished

for it to darken

into nothingness.

Emotional Captors © Ladanseuse

Transl. "Citoví věznitelé"

The Thousandth Finality

Each fresh start

is like

a step back on the road to nowhere,

 dozens of new lives in the landscape of the unknown,

treading water for ever and ever,

a cosmic marathon.

Such is the insanity of a beginning

that has always been the end.

The Thousandth Finality © Ladanseuse

Transl. Tisíkrát naposled

Snippets of Words

Just snippets of words on a shred of paper

scrunched into a roll,

just snippets of words expressed, 

nonsensically whirling in the air,

just snippets of words and a sleepy heart,

just snippets of words and hands groping in emptiness,–

only the soul will never perish

even if it is silent.

Snippets of words © Ladanseuse

Transl. Slovíčka

You Are...

You are...

just a thought,

a hardly perceptible touch;

hope in endless horizons of worlds;

the present time aflame, darkening;

a sense that escapes me. 

Even then I feel

my wound is deep

as I, confused,

come and go fleeing.

Are you or are you not here?

What do you matter?

What do you say when you have nothing to say?

You are so close, even if so faraway.

And the path seems one of thorns...

So, sometimes, suddenly,

in the entirety of a moment

I dance in a gratifying warmth,

but life catches up with me

and ties me up and discards me...

You Are... © Ladanseuse

Transl. Ty jsi...

Timeless Visions

 Without a vision of time

there is no tomorrow,

for eyes are blinded by the sun.

Without hope

there is no way to go on,

for you're buried in the ground.

Your possessions are grains of sand,

for every step you take leads to darkness.

Motionless, speechless, so empty that

you can't cry out;

in boundless horizons your mind is gone;

a constant whisper's surronded you;

in an unreachable deepness of life

you're passing out.

Timeless Visions ©Ladanseuse

The Power of Unshackledness

 For long do I seek my path...

the solid ground...

the moment when I am welcomed by the known,

when I am smiled at by a sunlit dawn.

What sense does the short-live make,

that which slips down the surface —

like a thought having flown through the mind at the speed of light,

like a momentary joy or pain, felt with no deeper imprints?

ONLY

higher objectives in the depth of infinity,

ONLY

that which fulfills and exceeds me...

The only power lies in unshackledness —

as it alone can open doors to any challange of the world!

And so...

I went 

and danced 

into the groove of sunlight.

The Power of Unshackledness © Ladanseuse

Transl. Síla nespoutanosti 

Fearfulness

I fear void,
the arrest in one dimension and time.
I fear the darkness of the soul;
a smile that gets frozen;
memories that never end;
demons that do not part at dawn.
I fear that
which goes in circles,
which reverses,
which vanishes without a stop —
But
I do not
fear
a fall
as I am not on the rise — I aim at growth!

Fearfulness  © Ladanseuse
Transl. Bázeň

I, Enigma

I am...

standing still in my screaming existence 

like a cry arrested in time and calm passing in a flash of light;

burning like the sands but still on the outside

like waving flames in a cool embrace;

veiled in the distance, my raining eyes are loud.

I am...

lightsome in blinding brightness,

but still in the dark, wishing may there be a book of life;

stagnant in dreams, unsinkable, floating in reality.

I, Enigma © Ladanseuse

 

The River of Fire

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"

The Wild of the Heart

Pain's been stabbing me in the flow of time;
in floods of endless sadness I am drowned;
the pain makes me grow but out of it no bloom will come.

I am asssailed by fatigue – how could I tranquilize
the wild of the heart?
Chaos, ambivalence, the gushing blood of time,
bubbles of life, a lone soul, and eyes drawn to water...

Dreams have ended up underfoot, lying in the dust.
Thoughts have deluged my mind,
dashing away, never to return.

My heart is expanding, blazing with colors,
and that gem shines, shines – it is blinding,

your smile, your smile, your smile...

The Wild of the Heart © Ladanseuse
Transl. "Divočina nitra"

A Lament

Kindred spirit,
in the eternity of ages
I weep at the grave of emptiness.

A Lament © Ladanseuse

Transl. "Žalozpěv"

Missing Beauty

 And that beauty I am enveloped by cries,
in a bottomless weakness I cannot be myself,
when the beauty has gone –
how can exist the I?

Missing Beauty © Ladanseuse
Transl. "Zmizelá krása"

Inner Struggle

To leave my life and dive into the surroundings,
in the magical ocean of my heart
tell my feelings: You are, be,
I cannot lie myself out of verity,
destroy me –  I am not alive, anyway.

Inner Struggle  © Ladanseuse
Transl. "Vnitřní boj"

A Stellar Alabaster Flight

It would make one smile

as I feel around,

in an earthly whirl,

as I weave my way

through planes of existence

in a stellar alabaster flight.

A Stellar Alabaster Flight  © Ladanseuse

Transl. "Hvězdný běloskvoucí let"

Captivation

It is mightier than I am, that mysterious power
which says: Come nearer! –  when I am but a by-stander;
which whispers: Who are you? –  when I just exist –  You are not!
and, in its seeming unreachability,
it abides.

Captivation © Ladanseuse
Transl. "Poutavost"

Cupid's Arrow

 All's vanished into the emptiness of thousands;
Life's stood still in the disquiet of moons.
How do I wash away that which has afflicted me,
that which has encompassed me so unhappily?

Cupid''s Arrow © Ladanseuse
Transl. "Amorův šíp"

Dance of the Heart

In the universe of sounds my heart feels dancey;

it is beyond bounds of possibility,

to be dispersed in colorfulness where the aura is dark,

for I am seized by fright

in the absence of smiling eyes.

Dance of the Heart © Ladanseuse 
Transl. "Tanec srdce"

Unreachability

 It is not I, it is the world itself
as it, unknown, floats by me.
And I am beset, beset, beset
by that helplessness -- I am thirsty for droplets.

Unreachability ©Ladanseuse
Transl. "Nedosažitelnost"

The Voice of Silence

Silence is a breeding ground for my thoughts
that have turned into words;
I am painting upon the wall of silence as if 'twas a canvas;
my steps have covered an empty dancing hall.

The silence of inner peace sounds like a babbling brook, rustling leaves, a foaming flow;
the silence of war rages within like a silenced scream.

Not always is it words that speak:
here waves a dance, throbs a drum, beats a heart;
here appear footprints on a wavy sand or a palm imprint on steamy glass;
there ignited an inner fire through the connection of our eyes...

Listen to the whole world speaking without uttering a sound!

If you desire different answers, you have to pose different questions.

The Voice of Silence © Ladanseuse
Transl. "Hlas ticha"

Angels of Light And Dark

They are the same, even if the opposites,
connected in their duality,
like two sides of the same coin,
the two extremes of the identical energy,
the sun and the moon,
a day and a night,
a dove and a raven,
love and hate,
the loveliest and the cruelest –
what is on one side
is equally reflected on the other side:
How else could an angel ever have fallen from grace?

Angels of Light And Dark © Ladanseuse

The Painter of Light

To be the painter of light, the child of infinity
in joy, in goodness, in hope for happiness;
not to bow one's head and seek out other eyes;
to be a ray of light that wildly spins around.

The Painter of Light © Ladanseuse

Transl. "Malíř světla"