The whirl in whichman measured his timethrough each otheris stopping. Now time is measuring manever more,and woe to himwho is measured into Sisyphus’ touchof Tantalus’s eternal tormentswith himself only.
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The time of the only One
You are onewho travels through the One.And yet you are one in the Oneand the One is either in youor it is behind you, and haunts you. Do not stand before anyone as the One,for you know that in your essenceyou are only one;so that awareness does not become your eternal tormentwhen the time ofContinue reading “The time of the only One”
The place of silence
Silence is a birdthat seeks its place among peopleand if it does not find it, it flies away;and behind it only the noise of unrecognizable insects remains,for only in silence can two birds sing.
On the doorstep of the born world of reality
Your dreamsare the contents of a presentthat resonates around youwhen you fall asleep. And youthe content of a realitythat echoes in youwhen you are awake. But the silence within you,the place where all echoes pass awaylike the clothes you are wearing,while you are embraced in silenceon the doorstep of the born world of reality,which echoesContinue reading “On the doorstep of the born world of reality”
The last grace
Man,it is better to remain silentthan to speak from your own,because at least silence remainsas the last grace under your feet.
The world you allow in yourself
Not in the worldthat invites you,but in the worldyou allow in yourself,will you be in paradisewhen the bells ring.
When Sunday overtakes Sunday
When Sunday overtakes Sunday,the one who carried it within himself, will be in itbut the one who lived it only in front of himwill never catch it againthere far behind him.
A blank canvas
Each appearance sinks into non-appearanceas a point into a blank canvasthat is the origin of each point. And every non-appearancethat only human can take upon himselfallows the canvas to grow to infinity,to embrace all the pointsthrough each other and through himself. And blessed are all the sons of the empty canvas,for through each other theyContinue reading “A blank canvas”
One body
There is only one body and two people –like Jesus’ coat,which was not torn apart but cast lots for. When the macro mirrorof the micro mirrors of passingdisappears without a trace,one dimension is bornin which two who gave their bodieswill be oneness of eternal pairs. And the world of gambling housesof stolen bodies,a duality ofContinue reading “One body”
The dimension of dimensions
A new dimension is being born,the dimension of dimensionsthat danced its wild danceof the spirit of the shadow worldthrough human since the seventh day. Through Jesus, it was conceivedinto the soul and the body of God’s right handon the third day. Now it is getting its pairin numerous eternal encountersof the devoted and serenewho haveContinue reading “The dimension of dimensions”
The Spirit of Truth 