The Spirit of Truth

Until you begin to live what you have understood,
it is only subjective and similar to Peter,
who doubted and began to sink,
for between the subjective and the objective
are heaven and earth.

And when the sky steps in your step,
it is complete.
And the last time heaven steps into human’s step,
it will be over.

Too many have been fishing in the murky waters,
in the pools hidden by mystery,
and are now becoming hyenas.

And many have believed in the pure waters
that murmur in thee;
and now as mystery is disappearing
like patches of snow on the northern slopes in spring
they are becoming children of God.

The great were hidden by mystery,
while the small were only cripples,
a disgrace to the human race.

The great are now becoming beasts of the race of beasts,
while the small are becoming human of the human race,
which has not yet existed
for it is maturing and awakening in the subconscious.

And anyone who is aware
that he is only a predator of his own survival
is unknowingly becoming a human.

And anyone who is convinced
that he lives for the good of his humanity
is becoming a beast in the subconscious,
while the world of consciousness
is fading out like an old mirror
and the light of reality is lighting up.

Stay here, where you are!
Your life is becoming your reality.
You will find it in all who have found it in you,
and you will no longer be in the world
of your own shadow of your passing.

Stay here, where you are!
So that reality can find you.

Stay here, where you are!
Not to end up as a traveller of your own shadow
in a world of eternal shadows of passing.

Any certainty at someone else’s expense
leads you to death by the shortest route.
Only a long, long steep path
builds certainty in you
like an independent bird
that spreads its wings across the sky of your life
and leads you to silence.

You will not judge anyone on its wings,
for it is not in the world of your world,
but in a world without borders.
As the tone A of the basic tuning,
which you never recognize among the tones
unless you become silence yourself.
But all eternal harmonies
resound through it.

So trust in silence
and do not judge so that you will not be judged
into chaos amidst of the logos.

Your present is a white sheet of the beginning
on which you make your stories come true
with your ink.

But the presence in you is a black sheet
that unties the laws of life
with the white of your leaf
all the way until the resurrection.

So put down your pen
and have faith in freedom.

The forests were burning,
now only your fires are smouldering.
Do not load them with dry splinters,
as eternity is already igniting the lights within you.