A place is given to you.
But you would rather ride,
and not just be a horse
arguing among the riders
about who will ride
and who deserves it.
And when you say
with your head held high,
“You do not know yet, who I am,”
you are just a rider
with a scythe of bottomless darkness,
driving the horses into the wilderness.
So do not be the one who plays wrong
to become a conductor,
because when they find out your secret,
they will kick you out of the orchestra.
No longer forms, but life
will condition the life of each other,
while the first and last form
sinks into death
and the light of the world is extinguished
in a closed circle of bottomless passing.
Did you accept the time of the last
to rise as the first,
or did you only hold on to the time of the first
to leave at the last farewell?
Do you not know
that you are the first and last form of creation
and the only one who decides for yourself
the beginning and the end of “the fluid of life”,
which ripens in the lawns
and sprouts in the branches?
When you know about Him,
as you know for yourself,
regardless of every world in front of you,
you will stand up and stretch like a cat
that has purred but spun nothing,
and yet no one will ever take your joy
away from you.
Your thought flows in timelessness.
Therefore, do not open the abyss of your will
in the mirror of your time,
lest you be consumed by timelessness.
Everyone wants to become the ruler
of the lotto balls of time
that fly from the drum,
but he does not know
that he himself is the drum
that is taking the name of his life
away from the lotto balls.
Only he who ends up in your drum
and you in his
will fly like a bird with an olive branch
from your drum.
For you are before darkness,
not time before it.
You are the mysterious force of life,
eternally uncomprehend –
the lack of everything
and the missing part of everything
forever and ever, amen.
Will you bestow your part to others
for the light of life,
or light up the lights of atoms
over the whole world,
in the fury of inability of comprehension?
This time has come.
You walk through this world,
which is turning into dust,
and you are leaving footsteps in this dust
as someone “normal”,
but you do not know that you yourself
are the dust of an abnormal world.
But within you
sleep the horizons of the normal world,
which you persecute
in the name of your dust.
You only lived an idea of yourself
and valued it as life.
You only fought for the world of your imagination,
but you did not know how to fly to the south
like a bird in the cold.
But when the lights of imaginative world go out,
so will yours,
if you did not bear the wings of the darkness of the north
to be able to fly to the south.
It is said,
“Not every one of us will die,
but we will all be changed”.
You were loved by Someone,
but you were vain,
and only admired your face
on the surface of his waters.
But when the waters of reversed time run dry,
He will only be vain through you
and you through him an eternally unrequited love.
What will you say then?!
You, full of yourself
yet without your own waters.
The time has come,
when, on the mirror wall
of the reverse time of your room,
your clock running in the counter-clockwise direction
will run out to a stop.
But you are the one who acted according to it.
How will you get up and go
if you have not allowed and acted
according to the invisible clock of everyone else
that runs within you in the clockwise direction
from here to eternity?
For it is said,
“It must be that evil comes”,
so that the reverse time of individuals
runs out to the absurd
“but woe to that person through whom it comes!”.
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