The Spirit of Truth

You are the stream of a mountain,
not the mountain of your stream.

But when all the mists unfold,
everything will be as it is,
only the waters will trickle where you do not want,
if you were only a mountain.

To yourself you are a circle of passing.

Do not be lured
by the streets and squares of our life
into the circle of passing in front of you.

Stand and withstand as nobody,
so that you will open your circle within yourself
that does not pass.

The world of your touch
has already touched everything
and there is no longer a plant that blooms.

Now only your selfie
is fighting its battle with itself
until the last touch.

Blessed are all who are left without all horizons,
for they rise quietly
into the world of awareness of each other,
the only world of real touch.

This whole world is full
of masters of eternal oceans,
but only one flower, one cherry blossom
is enough for the child you carry inside you –
you lonely child.

Will you bestow him or deny him?

In ignorance you fought within yourself
for existence,
but in knowledge in front of yourself
for a place in the game of your life,
even though you knew from the first sight  
that it was only an apparition
and that it was not you,
but only the blindness of the third sight
to everyone else.

But when the third sees you from the first sight,
you will know that you have only betrayed your existence.

If you did not see the first time,
you will not see the second time,
nor the third time.

But everyone who watched, saw.
And yet, were only your eyes watching,
or you too,
so that you could give birth to the seen within you?