Contemplation

The rocks on the shore firmly resist the waves calming down

They catch the message of the stars moon sun

even the song of the sea

Still stone monks sitting in meditation

Catching the signals of infinity in the swirling plasma of life

In the silent purl of the springs of mercy

You, who are hidden, open your secret door

open the dark curtains and flood everything with your light

so that it flies on leaves of grass

Like a cat in the window on a winter morning

and so are we behind the glass of the freezing universe

You, who are hidden         

                                                                     translation 2004 Pavla Bejčková