If you were a star,
you lived in a world of presence
in the absence of everyone else;
if you were a nobody,
you carried the cross of a world of absence
in the presence of everyone else.
But the time has come,
and from your world of presence
the homeless are leaving
and quietly and invisibly
one through another
returning home from the world of absence,
while the fires of the samurai are already blazing.
When you no longer have
any ideas about yourself,
you will be like an open book
from which others will read everything about you,
and there will be no one but you
who does not know about you;
but only he who himself is like you will know you –
an open book of a thousand pages of life.
There is no law of birth or death,
only wave after wave and scours.
And you a traveller
who is looking for his face.
Do not search for it in scours,
lest they become the curse of your face
that saddled the raging wave,
but leave all scours,
so that you may descend from the waves
and become the one and only lawfulness of your mission.
In the end, everything will be yours
and you will know that you were a seed
that blossomed into a soul
in the devotion of youth
and ripened into a body of eternal joy.
Only the one who fought for his own
in a foreign country all his life,
only he will be left without everything.
Only an eternal seed
buried in itself without its era.
In this world you were a settler
in the circle of man
who ruled in a foreign circle without borders.
But only those displaced from foreign circles
unite the invisible sphere of life without borders
on their cross;
and whether you like it or not,
you are no longer the circle of man to anyone
to ease his suffering,
even if you would like it
from the bottom of your heart.
When you bow
to the last letter of your origin,
your name will be spelled out.
And when you bow
to the last letter of your name,
life will be signed
with the thousands of faces of your travels.
Only the one who signs himself alone
will never be recognized.
The time of your awareness is coming,
when a person will stand in front of you
with your qualities
and you in front of him with his.
Blessed are you, if you were mild
as a sunbeam in the springtime
and not a heavy mass of fire,
from which you came out
and owned and spew your fire
from the bosom of your righteousness
over the golden grains of your world.
Only the clock that stands on the cross of eternity
is absolutely accurate
at any moment of a moment
in the course of the day of your life.
Before it existed,
moments were only kicking the moments out,
so do not be the one
who will forever kick out your own moment
of His name.
Within you, you are the same
as everything and everyone before you,
but on an endless merry-go-round without a name
in the struggle for the existence
of something before something
and someone before someone.
And yet, isn’t Jesus the “same” in you,
waiting within for you, the “same”,
to be with you and you with Him,
as you align the merry-go-round to your “same”—
the final separation from yourself?
E = mc2,
but when two fall into the one,
the merry-go-round stops
and the energy of the same within the same
tears or assembles everything.
Whoever you are,
open your eyes and see!
If in your own time
you are searching for a pair outside of yourself,
you are unknowingly,
being more and more tied only with yourself –
through everything around you,
here and now.
And your intuition tells you:
“Stand firm like a tower in the night hours
and await for your time.”
But basically you just are only standing there
like a clock on a tower,
tied with yourself.
But if you gave life a pair
and forgot about your time,
your intuitions would be
joy, happiness and freedom
of the unknowingly unbound self
here and now.
Both are ours, but only one is yours –
the one that you chose
between the outside and the inside
when the left-right time passes.
The Spirit of Truth