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.
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.
Do not equate illusion with reality,
lest you get ahead of yourself
and arrive before you have arrived
to be able to see.
For when you will see
what your eyes have seen
before you were,
you will no longer be.
“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.
Stopping is inside of you.
Accept it like silence,
so that you do not get lost in echoes,
because the stopping is reaching out from all directions
and the grasp of your conception is losing its feet.
And what will you do
if you are stopped
and left without hands?
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.
You are the memory of an eternal tree.
Do not imagine it there on the vaults of this world,
but fall here like a grain in autumn
and a tree will sprout.
Have you lived in the name of someone who does not exist,
or at the expense of someone who does not exist?
The settlement will be concluded within you
without the account of a third party.
You are a born abyss,
floating above abysses.
Do not let temptation lead you
among the heroes
into a foreign abyss without a name,
so that your abyss does not open up;
but take your own abyss onto yourself
so that it can get a name.
And if someone calls you like a bird,
you will fly
with the wings of the abyss of your eternity.
You are a child of magnetism,
like a clock wound in time.
But your time is running out
into the world of magnetic fields
of actualized magnetism.
Give up your time
and step down
and you will walk in peace.