The Spirit of Truth

At the expense of the eye that does not see,
everyone freely does what they want
with the eyes that see.

And yet when the eye starts to see,
you will flee forever
if you have not given up your eyes.

“I am that I am,”
he shouted to the sky,
“and no one can take that away from me.”

But the day is coming
when the sky will scream its echo
“I am that I am”
and split him in two and three.

You do not know who you are,
therefore let the sky disassemble you
all the way to the soft grasses
and the sunrise where you sleep quietly,
for the dawn is coming and calling you
“Come, you who knew not of himself.”

Time will pass through you
and you will no longer catch it
if you have not given it to others to grow.

Peace will lie in you
when a flower sprouts
from your time.

You are a reflection of reflections,
in a cell of foreign gold
that lies all around you,
everywhere except in you.

Do not pan empty nothing,
if you are gold to others,
so that you do not become
just the mud of your own landfills.

Human-god,
you spoke in the name of the world
that comes and goes,
and you were born into your chosen world
by the force of the wind
of your mouth in your sails,
which drove you before your own face.

No longer contact with someone,
but personal contact will remain the only contact
and stand like a firm bud in the spring soil,
for heaven and earth are being divided
and the finger of God is leaving
from the ground into the sky of the past.

It is enough that you accept yours
and do not run into the mists of eternity
and clear your eye,
because you are the eye of the feedback
of all creation.

Do you not want a tree to grow?