The Spirit of Truth

Will you abandon me
when finally I will only be you  
and no one else anymore?

There is no one on his own land
to be a master.

But on foreign soil
everyone is only a gardener or a thunderstorm.

No more does life knock on the door of anyone,
who has used it only for his own clothes.

The time has come and it is already here,
when life will open the door to all those
who knock on the door of their home occupied by jackals,
because life no longer depends on its bearer,
but flies like a free bird from its cage
into the embrace of all those who have been searching for it.

But above those who have staid… only jackals remain.

There are infinite places of human non-essence,
but only one of your essence,
which fights battles with thousands of fools.

Enough of your bestowed essence
and the battles within you
would all end among the heroes.

Allow a step forward to everyone else
so that you can take a step back
and allow the automaticity of the moment of eternity within you.

The infinite power of life, which does not pass,
sleeps in each of us like an arrow in a tense arc,
but in the world of “being everything to yourself”
there is no one to trigger it.

Only in the world of “being someone to each other”
is the one in you who can trigger it.

And He said, “Your faith has healed you.”

“I come to judge the living and the dead,
when without words someone triggers a bow of life in me,
as I did in the Father.
And all of you who are, will become no one,
what you are, have been and will be forever,
just like me, who took this fact upon myself.
And you will fall into my eternal abyss,
which you are unknowingly preparing in yourself.”