In the swelter of the last linden scent
I felt a gear wheel break.
It was ready to grind me
and we were spinning,
each in their own direction,
for some time now.
It's still summer, behind this tension.
A summer, in which my spirit freely trots.
Not for a second did I doubt our victory.
Maybe I'm a tad naive,
certainly, I'm superstitious.
I feel in the soul spaces outside my own bounds
that a new wind is blowing.
I've been studying, observing for some time now,
making up new ways in which
I can believe in God…
Balancing between the truth about Him
and the need to be guided,
the need for someone to know
what's going on here.
When I take another step back, I still have no doubts.
The shades are shifting, but the message is
more or less the same.
Through those layers and the steady back-away,
the all-encompassing thread can be experienced,
white from it's clearness,
connecting us quietly and perseveringly,
in which, as if I had experienced it countless times,
I unreservedly trust.
U sparini poslednjih nota mirisa lipe
osetila sam kako je negde pukao neki zupčanik.
Bio je spreman da me izdelje
i vrteli smo u poslednje vreme
svako svoju stranu.
Iza tenzije još uvek je leto
u kojem moj duh slobodno klopara.
Nisam ni na sekund sumnjala u našu pobedu.
Možda sam pomalo naivna,
sasvim sigurno sujeverna.
Osećam u prostorima duše izvan sopstvenih granica
da je nastupila drugačija klima.
Već neko vreme proučavam, posmatram,
smišljam kako da verujem u Boga…
Balansiram između istine o Njemu
i potrebe da me neko čuva,
da neko zna šta se to ovde dešava.
Još malo kad se odmaknem, ni tada ne sumnjam.
Menjaju se nijanse, ali poruka je ista, manje-više.
Kroz te slojeve i uporno odmicanje
može da se iskusi sveobuhvatna vrpca,
bela od svoje prozirnosti,
što nas spaja tiho i postojano,
u kojoj, kao da sam je bezbroj puta doživela,
bezrezervno ne sumnjam.