Everything around you is repetitive,
only you are unrepeatable.
Gather faithfully the fruits of all the repetitions
in your basket and withdraw from it,
so that you will not rot in it forever
without repetitions.
Everything around you is repetitive,
only you are unrepeatable.
Gather faithfully the fruits of all the repetitions
in your basket and withdraw from it,
so that you will not rot in it forever
without repetitions.
Only cold and gnashing of the teeth
of the ghosts of the past human being
will be the face of humanity in this place;
and no longer a circle of searching.
For the time of the human being outside has expired.
And blessed are all those
who have allowed within themselves a human
that is beginning the eternal cycle of life with you.
For the other side is within you
and you within it as an eternal soul.
Each of us is a spirit,
but only few live this essence of their own
and not just the appearance of the soul and body
shining before them and staring into the darkness.
You could stand still in peace
and, like the spirit of the spirit,
pour into the eternal river of soul and body
that awaits you on the other side of your own.
Strive that He does not become it in you,
and give place to every man,
so that it may become He in you
and you “he” in him.
Whoever will gaze into the kingdom of God
with his own eyes with innumerable views
will gaze into the eternal abyss.
Only he who walks with God’s eyes
through the darkness of this world
because he has lost his own gaze on the thorny paths of life
will look into the eternal flower of one gaze.
We are in the time of cataclysm,
where the final battle
between the light and the darkness of human worlds
is taking place.
Are there not more and more
riders of the apocalypse in the world
with torches of light and swords of darkness in their hands
who no longer know where to go?
But you, who have landed
where the only port is,
rejoice and be glad,
because in the darkness of the darkness of the coverage of the only world,
the lights of life are lighting up quietly, quietly among each other.
This world is a greenhouse
that fades with summer.
And we are plants in each other’s greenhouse
that survive if you take care of them with your soul and body.
But woe betide you only blossom in foreign greenhouses,
while in your own there is only drought and darkness.
In the sky of your view are the stars
that rise for someone in the morning,
and set for someone in the evening,
but are invisible to all eyes.
The day you live is turning into night
and you will see your chosen stars
and you will know how you have acted,
because He who is coming to judge in the name of someone
will be an eternal morning star for someone,
and for someone an evening star that falls forever
into the night within his world.
But He is not outside, He has not been, and He never will be,
so do not dream of your righteous throne in His name.
Cold and gnashing of teeth is coming
for all who do not believe in reason
and are living the summer days.
But the image of their summers is fading day by day,
and there is no one to preserve it, even if on the cross,
for reason is a bird of left wings
that flies to the right sky.
Do not live the cruelty of your own screen
in the endless world of messages,
but allow the other side
to see you from all sides with your own eyes.
Accept that you stand entirely in front of someone,
and you will stand in front of yourself.