A child of eternal journeys

Man, you travelled through time
from here to there
and your horizons cut into your trunk
and through your dry branches
only the night wind blows.

Man, you travelled through time
from there to here,
and your tree intersected your travels
and bore the fruit of eternal journeys. Now from the dormant seed
of your journeys in others
and other’s journeys in you,
a child of eternal journeys grows,
while the trunks of the old are cracking
at the seams of their own singularity.

The day of darkness

The day of darkness is coming,
when you will no longer know who you are,
because you will be frozen in time:
by your birth,
by your loved ones
and by yourself.

But when it dawns,
you will know about yourself
by the opposite.

Have you subtracted the one
you lived as the third, the second and the first
of the circle before you?

Did you bear the cross of your darkness,
to be a light to someone
and he to you a light of light,
a perpetuum-mobile of the eternal opposite?

You do not know
when the heavens and the earth
of the automatic opposite awaken
and cut the world of someone
who was before, before he was,
in two and in three.

The world of predation is coming to a stop

Whether you wanted or not,
were you a prisoner of the pair
just like all of creation,
from midnight to midnight.

But everything that lives is divided by midnight
and on the patches of foreign dependencies
it comes and goes hierarchically
like days and nights.

Only human divides what is divided
and builds his world on his own denial.
But the entire world is mirrored
and there is no brick anymore
if you are not a brick yourself.

And now the world of predation
is becoming more and more stopped day by day.
Only you, who is providing a pair
in the helplessness of your stopped state,
live and will live forever.

In the world of the big or the small

You will never know
what is right and what is wrong,
you will only find yourself
in the world of the big or the small.

Walls of the big reach into the sky,
and there you will be your only support.
Meadows of the small stretch across the horizon
and the shelter of your joy
will be your little paradise.

As long as you are
and you know that you are,
you see that you do not see,
but everything in you is just
as it is, was and will be.

Backstage is coming onto the stage

Do not turn every thought upside down
in mastering the artistry of asymmetric worlds.

It is said,
“Take the filthy garments off of him.”
… and put new clothing on him –
at the dictation of the fellow man in front of him.

So who feels
and for whom feeling is just a stage set?

But during this time,
the backstage is coming from inside
from all sides onto the stage
and opens up to someone the abyss,
to another the sky.

The miracle of life

Man waits for the miracle of life
in order to believe,
but everyone himself is a miracle,
to each other only an illusion.

Are you gifting yourself – a miracle –
to others for their pair or just for your illusion?

When there are two
who will offer a miracle to each other
for the measure of the whole human being,
the man will walk across the firmament,
for it will be too late for illusion,
which will fade away as if it never existed.