You are just coming

…and the world.

Only a gallery of dead senses of the past
and a struggle for the cover page of the future,
because there is no longer a point within a point of a point
from which to search,
only the vertical of your origin,
which swallows you into itself,
if you are not the sense of a human
who would rise.

…and status.

Just an exercise in acting out spontaneous feelings,
where you struggle with your left on the right.
But if you only left,
you would know that on the right you did not exist yet
and that you are just coming.

Genesis

Genesis,
reflections of reflections
without information.

Untying,
division into even and odd
as a reflection without an information
or an information without a reflection.

Rewinding,
reverse actualisation of your turn
into a surplus or a deficit of the Genesis,
which you will not see either in this world nor in the next,
for you yourself are the Genesis.

Time of the fact of your world

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?

Where the nameless are waiting for you

“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.

Light’s dream

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.