Category Archives: Thoughts

You were experiencing the world of the littleand inside of it dreamed of the world of the greatand walked the long, long dusty path of this world.But where you sat down, the dream passedand the breeze of the heart of the little world woke you quietly. You were experiencing the world of the greatand insideContinue reading “Traveller of long dusty paths”

Presence is the universal selfin which you only dreamed of yourself,righteously subordinated in front of everythingor unjustly raised above everything. But the thread of the spiritwith which you intertwinedor unfolded your dreamsis a thread in the bond of foreignnesswithin the vertical wall of your ownnessuntil it unfolds. From here onyou will walk as your ownContinue reading “In the vertical wall of your ownness”

He who rushes,rushes from light into the darkness.For him who is stoppingout of the mists in front of himviews and paths are clearing. Fertilization of the present is universal,while stopping is individual.This is why in this world you are universaland in the other an individuum.

Spirit is the human’s unconscious partlike the soil you plantthe plants of your silent consciousness in. Be a merciful gardener,so that in their timeyour plants will grow to the skyand that your field will not be outgrownby the weeds and thornsof foreign consciousness inside of you.

You live in a neutral presentthe only one still unfertilized,the undissolved reality,which is unfolding in front of youas a random fan of the growth of the futureand is closing behind youas lawful dying into the past. Woe, if time will end up behind youas your spindle unwindsand you will become a prisonerof the lawful demiseContinue reading “As your spindle unwinds”

Remember,when freedom comesand you will no longer be trapped in virtuality,you will be free only without your name,for your own namewill only twist you into your own circle.

When your acceptancebecomes equal to your decision,the two joininto the one and only.

Everything has its consciousness, only man has echoes, which in devotion discover the secret of consciousness.

Death is a predator,who needs victims for its spider websto liveand walks aroundin all possible glittersinside the squares of rights. Only allowed life in yourselfunties you of itout of which you were born.

The “I” of life is a feedbackor presencesupplemented to itselfby the human being. In the world of oneselfman either serves the presence within himself,or feeds on ituntil he drains the origin. Blessed is he,who laid his presenceinto the presence within himself,because he will be in itand it will be in him as a mother.