The most fulfilling moments
balance
on the top of a needle.
Life,
suddenly
becomes so unsteady
that it takes our breath away
since even a small breath
stirs a detour.
Repose
on the top of a needle
rest now,
but never again:
you cannot get higher
nor remain there.
The ultimate vision wears off;
it actively embraces
the fall.
The inevitable fall of the future
coming almost instantly.
One cannot remain on the top of a needle,
just breathe in its fresh air.
The fullest moments
then fall with knowledge of mortality;
dying in themselves.
Life rolls over them;
nowhere is the pain greater
than there,
and nowhere is the pain more complete.
The imbalance of completeness,
of earthly authority.
Only God
can rest at the top of a needle,
in peace.
Podbanské, 29 July 2015
Translation Kristýna Adámková
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