You are the key
that opens the door from two sides.
Open there where it opens up to you,
and not in the known paths,
to live and not just relive
and close the door behind you.
Can anyone open the eyes in your eyes
so that they can shine,
and warms the hands in your hands,
if you are the only key to yourself?
Do not walk around as if you exist,
but like a person who does not exist,
left to others into the palms of their hands
so that they can revive you
like the azure buds of eternity.
You are a human outside of time and space,
without eyes and hands,
because you carry them in the mirror of time and space
where you are not.
But you determine with whom you make a pair,
and your fellowman determines with whom he makes a pair,
with you human or the mirror.
You will know by either the power or powerlessness of your heart
as you stand before him.
And he will know by either the power or powerlessness of his heart
as he stands before you.
For the only path that leads across the horizons
are you to others and others to you.
Everything else is taking place only in the mirror,
which leads nowhere –
because where the path of the mirror begins,
is where it ends for where you are.
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.
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 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 word is the guide of a dream,
and life is a dream
that dries up
if the miller rises above the waters.
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.
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.
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 Spirit of Truth