Did you cling to everything
like a cat to a ball of wool,
or did you unwrap the ball all the way?
Everything is carried away by the thread of life
and you have become only an image of yourself
in the mirrors of mirrors
that erase the mirrors of the present,
but there is no one there
if you are no longer here.
Before Christ there was a time of mysticism
of the human worlds of the angle of 45° of the present,
united with each other into the angle of 90°
and in the feedback into the angle of 180°.
And He laid in the present the foundation of logic,
the angle of 90° of the human worlds
and defeated death.
And life became a known
united with someone into the angle of 180°
and in feedback into the angle of 360°.
But the time of the fact of your world
of the angle of 180° is coming,
placed into the present,
where here and now only you remain,
the feedback of mysticism,
the mystery of all ages.
Will you let anyone else live?
“Who are you?”
the voice of the never-born asks you.
“I am! And no one can take that away from me!”
And you hoped
and searched for a human in the shells.
Now you are working for real
because the voice has stopped
and you no longer are.
But you are becoming nobody
when you defend somebody.
Through acceptance you could stay where you are,
where the nameless are waiting for you,
so that they would find a name in you.
Everyone is just a clay pigeon of time.
And to each other just a gun in each other’s hands.
Is there anyone out there left who has let to live?
You are born on the right like the left.
Do not offer your right hand to yourself,
lest you die out,
because everyone before you
needs it to live.
Don’t you shake hands by the rule of life
day after day?
Do you shake hands with yourself
or with someone?
The one you live is coming.
Will he know you or trample you?
Have you allowed him to live,
or only to believe in worlds that do not exist,
where a tear has no eye of its own to flow from,
though every stream gurgles from the mountains.
And you should know,
should know, and finally should know this
without any explanation.
This entire world is a light’s dream
or a half
that ripples as the mother of creation.
But the mother gave birth to the son of the dream
within the mother’s dream,
as a quarter of reality.
And the son, within the dream of a dream,
devises the whole at the expense of the father
as an eighth of reality according to his own will.
But the day will come
when he will know that he was only dreaming.
And blessed is he, who is gentle at heart,
because the hard-hearted is becoming only what he is,
was and will be,
only an eternal nightmare.
Are you walking, or is someone walking,
aren’t you shortening his steps?
Are you watching, or is someone watching,
aren’t you erasing his eyes?
Do you live, or does someone live,
aren’t you taking his life?
And what will you do
when you become what you are
in front of third eyes?
“You are on my foundation,
if it weren’t for me,
you wouldn’t be either.”
“I am on your foundation,
if you weren’t there,
I wouldn’t be either”,
reads the flow and counterflow
of space and time,
the Gordian knot of the mother creation
actualized in human.
But everyone follows only one current
between alpha and omega
until the day the Gordian knot loosens
and one depicted after the other
becomes the one and only.
An actual human without an image,
or an actual image without a human,
for the Gordian knot is you yourself
in your own opposite.
And the opposite of your opposite
is your Lord.
He will rise in yours, and you in His,
when you will dream your own away,
because no one has ever had his own,
has and will not have,
yet he will live.
The Spirit of Truth