The time of wholeness begins
and the unit on the umbilical cord of time here and now
is no more.
All those who are unable to accept the loss
of the arbitrariness of the unit’s eyes
are fleeing into the characters of time
without sparks in their eyes.
But you, who have lost your unit
and no longer know where to go,
rejoice, for the infinity that has been waiting
to open the horizons of eternity through each other’s units
is opening its doors.
Woe to you
if you danced your dance at the expense of absence,
for now you will run wild
like an atom under your feet
to exist.
And blessed are you
if you carried your cross of presence
like a letter on a sheet of paper,
for the heaven and earth of your world are changing
and you will fly into your peace when the sheet of paper disappears;
when the macro collapses into the micro
and the micro rises into the macro
and there is no one left above the waters
that would spin you in his orbit.
For only in the absent does the world of presence awaken,
and in those present the world of absence awakens
on the day before the day of the finality of mankind.
You are a number in a world without numbers.
In this world you looked at the same things
and saw the same things as everyone else,
a number in a world without numbers.
But you matured through time
with the only force of your existence:
either your insight into the captivity of your own number,
or your insight into the insight of the number of others,
having overlooked your own.
Now time without time quietly enters you
like a clock without hands.
Are you going to let anyone through
or only intrude into yourself?
With your eyes turned inward
you praised your dreams to the skies –
the soap bubbles of time
bursting at dawn.
But beneath you are the solid ground
on the cross of given territory,
if you walked with your eyes open in the dark.
And who can take away your joy
when the day breaks?
When the dot of a dot only the dot of a dot is,
it becomes the pixel of eternal life.
And when the dot of a dot to the dot clings,
it slips into the abyss of eternal erasure.
He who wants to understand, let him understand!
The flags that fluttered in the wind of time, have fallen.
And the mills that grinded in the course of time, have gone silent,
and everything is just the way it is.
How will you step out of this sepulchral silence of your everyday life,
if you are not the wind that blows where it wants to?
Will you yourself blow into your sails?
Only among them, who only quietly whispered,
only among them the wind whispered
and they fell asleep.
But each other’s breeze will wake them up
and they will rise in the eyes of mother life.
The Spirit is your dancer,
your soul the ballerina who dances the black and white dance
with the swan of your body.
Do not draw the ice surfaces of your kingdom into infinity
lest the Spirit goes wild into a mad dance with you,
but allow the Spirit that blows where it wants to
to dance the flamenco of eternal life through you
and you will fall like a snowflake
on the eternal fields of God’s Kingdom.
You are dust and to dust you shall return.
Only in those who from your point of view are
do you mirror yourself in the dust particles,
and only in those who from your point of view are not
do you sell your own mirroring.
But only One returned to dust.
Do not honour Him as the dust of the past of antiquities,
when you yourself are dust
so that you do not become the eternal dust of antiquities
that has not allowed anyone into existence.
The world of the view at the present
in which you were born and lived it
and saw it as the actualisation of the future
is over.
Deliverance from the cross of the law of the past,
dictated by the realized view of the future,
begins.
Blessed are you if you have borne your cross,
for the present is actualised,
which frees you from all the laws
that the future has written.
When you are with someone,
be in pair with him, so that you will be one
and that you will not be divided from his nature,
because now is the time of separation within yourself
and no longer between us.
The Spirit of Truth