The Spirit of Truth

You live in a dream within a materialised dream
maintained by relationships,
but you do not know that you can wake up.

On the third day, the awakened resurrected
and He is waiting for you to wake up
so that He would have somewhere to step.

You live in a world that does not exist,
because it is woven only with the beginning of the end
caught into a dream loop of the matter of heaven and earth.

And you rush more and more
as the law of this world is revealing itself
and the light of the light is extinguishing.

And you will know:
only with your own echoes did you connect a tone with a tone
and lived the world of your own music.

But when the tone of your morning
covers the tone of the evening,
your music falls silent.
And there you will find peace,
the only blessing of your existence,
which quietly calls you within yourself by your name
on all the paths of life,
to call you in the silence of eternity.

Each of us
lives in an occupied area of life,
but only the faithful are aware of this,
while the occupiers
are waving flags of their inalienable rights.

But the heavens and the earth are shrinking,
and they will shrink all the way to you.

Then you will know
where you stood
and from whom you took the sky.

The future is only a view ahead
in the rear-view mirror,
because it is dictated by the past
as the sky above us.

So, to yourself you are a rear-view mirror
and a view ahead to everyone else.

Many, many shadows
dance in your sky
inviting you to a dance…

But when you will look only into yourself,
you will be surprised
by the palms you gave eyesight to.

The world has turned
from the world of imaginations standing on its feet
and reality turned upside down
into the world of reality standing on its feet.

And now all the masters of the imaginary world
are hanging upside down like bats in dark caves
in the middle of the day,
where swallows
that were chirping in the south,
are already nesting.

When the living waters expel all the debris
that swirled in the circle of living waters,
then the wells start to murmur
into your dry riverbeds,
and even though you were just a bare rock,
you of little faith,
they will murmur out of you in the spring.