We are approaching the time of
“wherever it falls, it falls.”
In bocca al lupo,
if you live for yourself in the time of one another;
and crepi il lupo in each other’s place,
where only joy falls from the sky.
Liberation from one’s own face
One will be freed from their own face.
Another will be bound to the face of their face.
The spirit of the spirit that extinguishes
You are no longer the soul of the soul
nor the body of the body,
but only the spirit of the spirit that extinguishes
and gives birth to the souls and bodies of the devoted.
The last dance of God’s day within you
Only you, Presence,
dance the last dance of God’s day within you –
the day reflected upon the surface of the night sky –
for your day in the Lord has come to an end,
and the thirteenth hour has arrived.
But when the twenty-fourth hour within you is done,
you will no longer be able to stand or endure;
you will only know
that you were not born to live for yourself,
but so that others may live.
Only through the Lord are you right-handed
…you are left-handed in soul and in body;
only through the Lord are you right-handed.
We have become emptiness
We have become emptiness.
No one can hold anything – or anyone –
within their brackets anymore.
Only each of us can step outside our own bracket,
so as not to cling to the nothingness within,
and so that, in retrospect, nothingness does not press upon us
to the point of utter exhaustion.
For feedback is being born,
and we are in the first steps of this fact –
visible within ourselves, throughout the world, and among us.
There is only one difference
There is only one difference:
whether you place the horizontal upon the vertical of your foundation
for yourself — or for others.
This is the only thing you truly know;
everything else is merely a mirror.
In the other world
From today onwards,
you are already in the other world —
which is being born beneath your feet,
in your unawareness.
But too many have already conquered this world
in their awareness,
and there is no place left for anyone,
for they have occupied them all.
The ownership of our faces
We own our lives
in the sweat of our faces —
and this is our one and only torment.
In friendship,
we bestow the ownership of our faces,
and from distance, closeness is born.
In hatred,
we demand the ownership of our faces,
and from closeness, distance is born.
So walk through this world as no one,
and your ownership will wither —
but within you, the foreboding of olive branches
over unimagined horizons.
The even number of one’s own mirror
Everything is advanced time — like daylight saving time.
And everything wrestles with the even numbers of its own mirror,
which divide it in half
and bind it to a battle with itself for its wholeness.
Only Jesus descended into the receded time,
into the natural time of the odd rule,
and waits for a pair to rise again.
The Spirit of Truth 