All literacy in this time
is freezing from two into one –
into the monolith of man.
And this whole world
trembles with illiteracy
as if naked in the cold.
But the soul could rise from one into two
and warm each of us
with the literacy of the living life
and no one would ever be
shaken by the cold of the spirit again.
Your ego is your world of logic,
which you live through reflections.
But bestowed in foundation,
you would allow logic to live in you,
because logic is a bird
waiting for wings in you.
Everything you have is the bare presence.
Do not dress it at any cost,
but let it live.
And you will know about it
and it will know about you
when you are gone.
Everything you see
should be seen by your fellow man
so that his view can become yours,
otherwise no one is looking
and no one is seeing
and no one exists.
Your life is an inverted sentence
that everyone is turning around.
Only He who has accepted the cross
waits within you to read.
You are silence
at the bottom of the eyes of every sight,
chased by the wind whistling around the corners
and echoing to you in farewell.
But if you stayed here in your silence,
you would hear your heartbeat
and know you were alive.
You exist,
but without dimensions.
Your dimensions
are all others to you and you to them.
Do not live the dimension of your illusion
if you know that everyone is in the dark like you,
but give him the silence of your eternity
so that he will resound like you would like to resound.
For the time is rapidly coming
when eternity will be face to face
without dimensions.
You only decide
if everyone around you is your fellow man.
Others will decide
whether you are their fellow man or a stranger,
but you will keep your peace through your own decision,
because you and your footstep are becoming one
for all eternity.
To everything that exists
a place of feedback is opening up
like a colourful blossom on an apple tree.
And finally to you as well.
Will you bloom
or die in your own cold?
Only through feedback
has life flowed from species to new species
for millions of years all the way to human,
the only being that stares into the light of life
and matures in feedback on the seventh day
for millennia.
Will you turn
to the cruelty of the mirror of your descent in yourself,
or will you realize that you too are the mirror of light,
and accept it
to open the fragile flower of eternal life in you?
The first time you will look into the eyes of someone
and no longer into the spirit of the eyes of his descents,
you will know that you are alive.
Only one is strong enough
to look into the face of God and stand,
and another one who looks into his eyes as in his own.
The Spirit of Truth