Everything is just the way it is

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.

Allow the Spirit to dance through you

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.

The dust of the past of antiquities

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.

Deliverance from the cross of the law of the past

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.

The world of phantasms

The whole world is just a phantasm of a double reflection,
the circle of fifths of sharp and flat notes one based on the other,
joined in the fundamental tone of the world of mandalas as a human being.

And you, human,
are a reflection of a reflection of a reflection
based on your own reflection.
Someone with sharp notes, someone with flat notes
in the circle of fifths of your own reflection.

But when the tone based on the tone of your reflection disappears –
for someone in his fellow man, for someone only in himself –
then the world of phantasms is over.

And you will see and know
how you acted in the world of your phantasm,
because you are waking up to reality.

A traveller without a name

Do not judge those who are not,
so that you do not become the judge of the One who is;
of the One inside of you who awaits your mercy for his self-awareness
– a traveller without a name –
in this world of images of the laws of life,
where no one yet exists.

For the day comes
when you will be embraced by Someone
who was waiting for someone in a world without borders
and you could feel Him in everyone you experienced as yourself.

The props of time

Do not claim ownership over anything,
so that in these days you do not become
only a storehouse with the props of time,
and the first one who arbitrarily knit
the last prop made by the spirit of God.

For when the spirit can no longer weave anything,
it evaporates like a rainbow from the sky
and you instead of the child of the spirit,
only the voice of one crying in the wilderness,
who from here on needs to knit with its own hands
the rainbow threads of the eternal sky.