The Spirit of Truth

Do not dream of the secret of your eternity,
lest you get lost in your own steps.

When you feel someone like yourself,
you know them without words.

You do not know that he sleeps in yours
 and you in his
in the morning dawn.

This world is only a circle and a sail,
but no one has sailed into the distances yet.

So, do not judge
because you haven’t seen anything yet,
but you were born for eternal journeys.

The future and the past are getting separated
and are moving out of each other’s homes,
but you, child, are remaining alone.

Do not get attached to the past with a name,
so that the future without a name can enter your everyday life,
and when you give it a name and call it “bird”,
the bird will sit in your hand.
And when you give it a name and call it “river”,
the river will gurgle from your hands.

Do not look for the right measure of your deed.

Just be a measure,
because you do not know where you came from
and where you are going.

“Did you worship yourself or me?”
asks the Lord.

“What will you do
when I stand before you
as one of the code none
you carry inside?”

“Will it not shake you to the bone?”

Be a child of the word
and not the word of a child,
so that you do not become a frog
crouching in the mud.

For you are no longer
in the hands of creation
to be playing in your circle.
Where else will you find cover?
Will you not slide like DNA
back into a bottomless pit?

Only those
who are becoming each other’s shelter
will rise from the eternity of darkness.

The wrist of your life is turning.

Everything you have conditioned
will flourish.
Everything you turned towards yourself
will wither.

You are becoming the axis,
no longer of someone else’s wheel,
but of your own life.