The Spirit of Truth

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.

It is the day when you depart
to what you spoke from,
for the roundabout of the sun of man has gone out,
and there is no direction left,
but each in the purgatory of the one he has chosen.

But now you are departing
into that from which you lived,
and you are receiving the body of the coming one,
and you will meet your leaving body
and divorce it.

But woe to the weak and the hypocrites,
who will not be able to do this
with the God’s right: “We do not give ours!”

Too many will end up
in the mirror of their own origin,
born out of the reflections they lived as themselves
instead of living each other.

For did He not say:
“I AM IN THE FATHER, AND THE FATHER IN ME,”
and not: “I am in the mirror and the mirror in me,”
which tempted him in the wilderness?

And know: “Your life, your desert,”
everything else is the temptation of evil,
which whispers to you:
“Do not wander, settle within yourself
like a snake in its skin
and you will find what you are looking for.”

The choice is no longer yours,
only the circle has turned into a wave
and burst like a seed
bursting into spring.

You spun the “dervish” in the chosen direction,
and he spun you,
but now you are traveling back to reality
and you will get to know it yourself
when you receive the body of your body.

You are born in the absence of a thousand presences
and you seek yourself in all of them,
but you are nowhere to be found
until you fall on your knees
into grace of being at disposal,
grace of your eternal castles.