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.
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.
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.