To sprout and bloom in the Lord

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.

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.

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.

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.