The one by whom you judged
will pass away,
and the one who measured
will rise.
They gave you an image
They gave you an image
and blessed are you
if you lived only a human in front of you.
Now you will meet a human on your paths
but woe to all who are now forced
to live their image in front of them.
Every movie comes to an end
…every movie comes to an end
when the eyes begin to see.
Your path away from here
Not mine nor yours in the body
and not neighbour nor foreigner in the soul,
only one direct as the earth under your feet
in the spirit without time and space of your own sky,
be your path away from here.
You opened a world
In your silence you opened the world of sequences
and you will echo from sequence to sequence,
when your silence will be no more.
In your sequence you opened the world of silences
and you will echo from silence to silence,
when your sequence will be no more.
Awareness is coming
On the account of the image of God you were a human.
And you knew what was right.
On the account of the human you lived your own image
and you deceived consciously.
But now awareness is coming.
Where will you flee from the eyes of the human?
And after it comes the awareness of awareness.
Where will you hide from your own eyes?
You did not choose your own traits
You did not choose your own traits.
You are only forced to live with them yourself,
and blessed are you if you control them,
so that they step in front of your face
like a person after another person,
until you appear.
When you will live your life live
The time is coming when you will live your life live
and no longer in your image with yourself.
Your cross is being taken up by the Depicted One,
who at the right hand of God awaits your mercy.
In contradiction with yourself
Do not sell your face in front of other faces,
because your face is in them and their face is in you,
so you do not end up in contradiction with yourself.
Forced stop
From here to there and from there back here is here and now,
the place of the estuary in a spring or the place of the spring in an estuary
of the reflections in a mirror.
But only the human is the repetition of a repetition
from here to there or from there back,
the spring or the estuary of his conception
on the train of a train passing through reflections.
And the devoted stops and sits in the place of the devoted.
And the devoted stops and sits in the place of the devoted
on the train from there back,
which is stopping through them
and is forcing everyone into a forced stop.
And blessed is everyone who surrenders.
