Only those who have levitated
and read the stories of life from the wind
will fly when the eternal palm of life opens.
Therefore, do not be the king of the kingdom of your mirror
so that you do not run into yourself
when you want to go through.
Only those who have levitated
and read the stories of life from the wind
will fly when the eternal palm of life opens.
Therefore, do not be the king of the kingdom of your mirror
so that you do not run into yourself
when you want to go through.
As long as in this world there are “you” and “me”,
there is no one there yet
and only in ourselves everyone alone.
When your finger points firmly to “you”,
only your “me” grows unconsciously into the sky
and distances you from everything.
Therefore, take with consciousness only that what is yours,
your “nobody” of every step of the way,
the only name you bear after the nameless Lord,
and do not flee into the side streets before it
so that someone whom you have given a name
may receive after you the Lord’s name
and step into your courts.
Do not exploit the other side of darkness
for your side of the arbitrariness of light,
but accept your side of darkness,
for you do not know that from all sides
comes the light of the present
that was passing on your side as the light of light
within the reflector of all life forms.
And if it does not find you in the darkness,
how will it light up
in your cradle of life?
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”.
Do not be deceived
that there in the dark there is no one
to witness your actions,
so that your voice in silence
does not send shivers down your spine.
For not destiny, but you
are the spirit and the witness of your actions,
that flees into seeming conceptions
until your own conscience pursues you.
Will not there where you stop,
be just a trace in the circle of agony of your circle
and nothing more?
But there, with someone
whom you allowed his footsteps,
the trace of your life.
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.
You were born into a foreign land.
Do not seek your ownership in it
so that you will find a home in your land
when you leave.
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.