Everyone is the debtor of the debt in front of him,
and when someone no longer demands repayment from him,
the debt traps him into his own trap
of another’s debt demanded by him.
All that unknowingly flows in you
is debt,
and when you settle it in fragments,
you know about the joy
like the water in the basins
that senses the oceans.
You know about the worlds of events and their laws
after they happen,
but you do not know about the world of equivalent laws
that happen before the events
according to the same rule.
Therefore, give up your own identity,
so that authority does not reign over you,
but that the identity of living life approaches you,
because time is overflowing the cup of laws
into a direct proportion.
And the king of the future
is becoming the law of the past,
which reigned at the expense of the future
until the wind swept it away
like a grain in a wheat field.
Hidden to yourself, visible to the Lord,
but what will you do
when you are visible to yourself
and hidden to the Lord.
Will anyone still know about you?!
You are a sub-tenant
of the addresses of your life,
even if only here and now.
And where can the traveller of eternity find you
if you are never at home?
The laws of life
that are under you
are not unjust.
You are writing them above yourself
with your own name,
and they fall like manna from heaven
without a name under your feet,
and they rule over you with your oath.
Therefore, be righteous,
lest the abyss and the darkness of the fading sky
rule over you,
for the day of the oath is coming.
You are just a variant
in a world of variants.
And as long as you search for your variant,
you are bound by magnetism
in an orbit without end and beginning.
But in you, the original is waiting for the first variant.
Therefore, abandon the variants
of the shell of the shell of the foreign dictate
and surrender to the spirit of the living life –
the sprouting core of his beginning.
And you will live,
because now you are only dreaming
in a foreign dream
and tracing the eternal end of your beginning.
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.
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