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.
God’s grace is not happiness,
but trouble with you.
And when your troubles no longer have a solution
and you don’t have your own way anymore,
God is with you.
And when your acceptance overwhelms consciousness,
you walk unknowingly the paths of the Lord,
and you walk knowingly the only path
as the Lord in Pentecost.
Let your sentences flow into your life,
as if you were writing in reverse
so that one day you will be able to read.
For life pours your sentences
before you exist,
so how will you read
if you are the star of your sky,
while the sky of the sky is without any stars?
The day is coming to the doorstep of infinity
and many will collapse into themselves
and become a spirit of the spirit,
because within themselves they saw only themselves,
great and boundless,
and there was no room in them
for the world of childish excitement of eternity.
Everything has its law,
but you do not know
that you are the law of all laws
until the day you return the law to the law
all the way to the last law.
And you will walk in the eternal vault
of your kingdom.
You are an image in the mirror
that combs your hair in the morning and walks around,
the starting point for everyone else’s randomness
combing its hair in front of your mirror.
But everything is just as it is,
invisible to you, mirror man,
but visible to everyone around you
until the day you will stand alone in front of yourself.
Time has overtaken man,
and now,
empty clothes are standing in front of you.
Just the gloom of the past
of the chain of our origin
that walks the earth.
But inside of you is the first dawn
and the quiet chirping of birds,
if you loved life.
Do not try to be flawless from a to z,
if in your essence you are real.
For when reality touches reality,
your flawlessness will only be a stranger without a name.
The neutron hovers over the perimeter of your life
like a lottery ticket before the draw.
Do not live the world of the lottery winner in advance,
if you are given the world of the one waiting for the draw,
so that your clothes do not become too tight and unbearable.
And know,
your everyday life, as it is,
is the only exact measure of your clothes
until the day you will take them off
and the drawn number will be your fellowman
and you his drawn number in your nakedness.
Human, you are a red rose of life.
Did you flourish for the consolation of others
or only for your own honour and power?
You were touched by the light of the sacrificed one.
Will you become the dark flower of the red fringe
if you are light in your essence?
The Spirit of Truth