The Spirit of Truth

It is not just the dead who are departing into memory.
Even you, although you are still soul and body,
are already a memory in spirit.
Only the soul decides between the spirit and the body,
to whom it will finally dedicate its eternity.

This world is also a body of memory and the memory of a body
to which the soul gives wings.
While it is falling in this time,
it is already rising with the wings of eternity,
like a bird in a nest, dreaming of the south on the border.

You were conceived by the spirit, not by yourself,
and you are leaving by yourself, not by the spirit,
but you yourself decide only to whom you will entrust your soul,
the lamp that illuminates the chosen world forever.

Let your small face fall into the big one
that you carry inside you,
so that you will not kneel before the big face of yours
through others in front of you.

Every coincidence creates lawfulness,
but when lawfulness creates coincidence,
life will be eternal.

Everyone and everything has its present time
like a mirror image,
but only those who are each other’s present time
are real and one in spirit.

Certainly a human will not stand before the face of a human,
if until now he has used his face for his image
as if was his garment,
but he is nowhere when the garment is gone.

You lived everything you are not,
walked where you never were and never will be,
and when someone looks you in the eyes,
you know that no one has ever looked you in the eyes,
for you only dream of eyes within your eye,
until you bestow your eye to others
into the palm of their hands.