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.
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.
There are no live faces in front of you anymore,
only your own can stop you.
But when your own face also passes,
it will be too late,
and then you will know
what you have known all the days of your life.
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.
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