Your every honest intention
is the dawn under your feet
and the wind in your hair,
so do not wander in the dark
from one dream to another
into your abyss without a reason.
Where you lay the foundations of your homestead
You sleep in the middle of the grain,
and yet you fight for the grain
only to survive.
For you are in the other world
that is overflowing into this one
that you do not trust enough
to live.
And yet you live it
and starve to death in it.
But where you lay the foundations of your homestead
you are not and you will not be,
because you do not allow it here at any cost.
The invisible clock
The invisible clock is coming to a stop in you,
and you, made visible by it, are measuring your time
and you no longer know where to run
to exist further.
But you do not know,
that outside the inner clock is opening the eternity to you,
if you stop in it yourself.
The guide of a dream
The word is the guide of a dream,
and life is a dream
that dries up
if the miller rises above the waters.
Without a name
There are those who are not, because they are,
and those who are, because they are not,
but no one has his own name.
So do not walk with a stranger’s face
among empty faces
so that you do not freeze
into the world of empty faces of the past.
The altar of your stillness
Let there be no filth on the altar of your stillness,
which the eminences leave behind,
and you tolerate with your own eyes
in the helplessness of your stopping,
so that you do not breed the rats
that bite your body behind your back.
The trap of passing
Career spots are mousetraps
that lure and trap only the weakest
into the trap of passing.
And a career a lure for everyone else
until the day the mousetrap closes.
Then you will know
that life lived and grew in you unconsciously,
and that the one in the mousetrap sold it consciously,
and was left penniless in the left pocket of joy,
because he sold it out in the right.
So, never hurry,
neither here nor there
so that you do not miss your birth.
The only constant of eternity
Life has brought all circles into the point,
the one and only constant of eternity,
and now all the faithful are leaving
from the point to the circle of life,
while those rounded by themselves
are sinking into the point.
They will know their spirit, soul and body
when it will be too late,
because before they did not want to see,
hear or understand anything,
as they lived only a shallow dream of their surface,
instead of the bottom of their own shallows.
The circle of the spirit is rounded
Work as if you were working forever,
so that you will live as if you were living forever,
and do not say “I only do this and then I am finished”
so that you will not end up finished forever.
For your body has begun to use its own energy
and the spirit of presence
in this time of the last balances
that end with you.
But only in the absent
does the spirit of presence pass into their soul and body
of the eternal hands beyond death,
for the circle of the spirit is rounded.
Your own doorstep of memory
When you will step back one last time –
to your own doorstep of memory –
and allow all paths to everything in front of you,
everything will return to you,
because you gave the bird wings,
the wind the sails
and your fellowman the feet
so that he can return to you.
And if he did as you did,
you will enter each other’s world
beyond your own doorstep of memory.
The Spirit of Truth 