Your life is an inverted sentence
that everyone is turning around.
Only He who has accepted the cross
waits within you to read.
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.
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.