The Spirit of Truth

You exist, before you exist as a soul,
as a reflection of the present spirit of life,
which is fulfilled in you, human.

And all your world, when you wake up in the morning,
the world of reflection of your soul
and only a reflection of a reflection of the nameless spirit
that sleeps in you.

One is none.
Therefore, do not bet on the reflections of your soul,
so that the spirit of life amidst the river
does not enter the vortex of the present of eternal namelessness
when it awakens in you.
But accept
that you are the namelessness of the namelessness of the apparent present,
of the mana of your sky, so that you become aware
and allow in yourself the essence of your essence
and run like a sparrow from the palm of a past person
to the olive branch of life.

For the present of the eternity of the spirit
that surrounds you, but sleeps in you, is coming into you,
and is nearer day by day
as the “one” of your world of “none”.

Man, you are a clothing of a clothing.

Throw away the clothes that are not your own,
so that you will be able to throw away your own,
and see with your own eyes,
for in foreign clothes you are blind,
and in your won you are only dreaming.

Do not live the one that others see in you,
even though you know for sure that it is not you.

But be yourself,
so that others will be able to be themselves with you
and find themselves in you.

The secret of complete truth
is the neutron of the YX- or XY-world of inverted faces
analysed down to the only X-face in yourself.

And when in the essence of everyone among us
X awakens – the one and only face of all of us,
common to all who have ever been born –
too many in the powerlessness of acceptance
bet on Y without mind and reason.
This has not been given to anyone before.

And so the world of human is being divided
into the abysses of arbitrariness Y
and the gentleness of the self-evidence of the devoted X –
the essence of human and humanity.

Are you not witnessing these events
in this time here and now?

You are becoming an image without a heartbeat
that existed only in memories.

For this whole world is a memory
that passes into darkness
so that it could wake up
in the morning of a living human.

Do not ask for mercy from anyone
if you do not allow him mercy.
For how can someone give you mercy
if you do not allow him inside of you
to be able to sprout like a bud through your palms
in the helplessness of your closed fists?

Human, you are one like the Lord
and this is your sword of Damocles over you
that haunts you in a world of two views of the oneness
of the rule chosen by you –
as oneness of your eternity.

So do not play with your life
as with the ball of the external rules of your eternity,
lest you lose the internal ones.

Life is not a “fair play”, but a “play fair”
if you do not live from the inner view of the ball.

As the planet of the planets is falling into a black hole,
so will you if you do not sprout
into a flower from the inside.