Personal time has come.
Everyone is their own final consciousness,
or a living bait as the final fifth
in their own circle of fifths of the external world,
which is meant to tear you personally away from yourself,
born as the interior of the Lord’s silence.
But as silence,
you would become a personal overtone of the Lord –
singing grasses ringing to one another,
lights of eternal life
above the impersonal darkness of conscious eyes.
The horses have nowhere left to go,
and the riders are only whinnying.
For the horses have arrived,
and the riders are exhausted
before their own mirrors –
mirrors of exhausted horses.
Do not trouble yourself with the double
that dwells within your heart,
for you are the measure of the One
through everything around you.
When the First One becomes the measure of the One through you,
you will no longer be alone.
The end is falling into the beginning,
and everyone is rushing to change everything,
not knowing that it is the end of their own beginning
in spirit, soul, and body.
And among us is the Kingdom of God, with open doors,
waiting for the exiles.
I am no longer there, I am here.
I am no longer here, I am there.
For I was there for here,
and here for there.
This world –
which exists before it is,
in the cross of rear-view mirrors,
where time flows through space
and space ripens in time –
awaits the seeds of its flowers:
the negative of a certain positive
that could cover the cross of all other seeds,
trapped in the bags of their own negative,
so that it might sprout and bloom in the Lord,
and not wither like the cut flowers of the Sistine Chapel,
without seeds.
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.
One will be freed from their own face.
Another will be bound to the face of their face.
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.
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.
The Spirit of Truth