The living world is awakening within you,
man of playback.
Do not desecrate it for your playback,
because the third world according to your will
is no more and will never be again.
Leave yourself,
your playback self of a thousand clothes,
to be born alive
as a lamb of a thousand joys.
Your strength is growing within you
like a plant from a seed.
Leave to it all the branches of your tree
that have grown through you.
If you were a ball,
how would you turn from the inside out
if you don’t let the One
who is turning through you to turn you?
For as long as you fight for your own game,
you are trapped in someone else’s game –
under their feet.
But time has fulfilled you with twelve patches on the ball
and now you are going into the thirteenth
or the first.
If two stepped into each other’s footsteps,
they would walk
through the mysteries of one measure.
However, everyone walks on his own,
from Pontius to Pilate,
with his head into his own wall.
In this life, you were merely playing
as a child plays of reality
through the third times.
And you knew about it
like you know about yourself.
But you did not know
that reality is in you,
but you are not in it,
and you walk through it as a third party.
But time is uniting the two into one
and revealing the third person.
Everything is just the way it is.
There is nobody small nor great
that can pass
through what does not exist.
But human in his own world
struggles to get through his cracks
and closes them behind him.
And yet everything is just the way it is,
but no one is there
who would run together with someone,
as wells run into this world.
It is as simple as a bow
that is untied by a faithful to a faithful,
a subtraction of the scene of an addition;
and you are only the wine
that flows into the empty cups of the eternal subtraction,
when time pours the cup
from your scene into reality.
Do not be a fool,
an addition of the scene of a subtraction,
the reflection of the coming eternity,
which will gaze only at you.
You do not know that outside you are on a stage,
and inside you are behind the scenes
of the movie that you are living in this world.
But the curtain that was lifted in the movie for you,
human being,
like the scene of the east and the west
of the stage and the backstage
in the movie between the outside and the inside,
is now rising for real.
And blessed are you if you stayed inside,
as there was no place for you before the rich and the prominent,
because now, while it is getting dark outside,
you are leaving for the zenith,
while only a movie of the stars is running
which in the backstage of the zenith are fading away
into nadir forever.
If the Spirit of Truth was only a novel,
it would have every right to be on the shelves
where dust would unnoticeably collect on it.
Its only flaw is the truth,
because everything else in this world is just a privilege,
and you are a privilege as well,
and as such just an unread novel inside yourself,
which you are writing in your own way.
Time is a stranger in you,
whom you are chasing
like on a running track,
but you are the one
propelling the running track of your own self,
at the cost of your existence.
Do not wait for the day
when there will be no one left
on behalf of whom you could still run
so that your running track does not start to overtake you
and even though you will be standing still in your head,
you will run with your feet whether you will want to or not.
Whether you know it or not,
Someone without a name is waiting for you;
Someone who gave you a name
so that you could stop the running track of your own name
and take the first step into timelessness with Him.
The Spirit of Truth