The Spirit of Truth

Anyone who is respectful of somebody
is disrespectful to nobody in that person
and persecutes him as somebody
that takes away his existence.

Life swelled in the nightly reflections
of the eternity of waters,
full of stars of the sky
and fireflies in the fields.

But now the law paves the path for life in you
and lights the light of the world
while the reflections sink into the sunny day.

So do not search for yourself there in the night sky,
because here you are, you have been and you will be.

Your life, your water,
which moans and murmurs
on the rocks and overhangs.

But know, you are not alone,
the riverbeds are one with you,
leading you into rivers
and rivers into oceans of eternal peace.

There you will evaporate into the mists,
white snowflakes in the peaks
and no one will take away your joy anymore.

You will murmur in the clear streams
that never pass,
because you are water,
you have been
and you will be forever.

When you look at the palm of your hand,
you are only looking at your living dream
that resides here, trapped in you and you in it.

When your destiny draws your lines,
you are water that cannot come out of its streams
as long as it is a whole in a pair with itself.

But He said, “The Father in me, and I in the Father,”
and accepted the only fact
that he was only a dream of the ancient times of the Father’s mists,
and took away from himself the only pair of his whole
and laid it in the palm of your hand,
while you are dreaming in your dream.

Now He is waiting to wake up from the ancient times
in the palm of your hand
and He will rise
like you get up in the morning.

No one in this world is chosen for something,
but everyone can dress in the clothes of the chosen one –
the cold for others and the darkness for himself –
as if he were counting down his days,
but even he alone does not know why.

But everyone is equally naked,
and only he who remains naked in front of a fellow human being
is like the dew and grace of silence
in the spring fields on a clear sunny day.

To each other, we are a world of pre-birth,
which we create at our own will.
And so human is the king of his own world within this world.

But only he who, in his own helplessness, feels others as himself
is on a path that revives,
for no one can touch his own pre-birth —
just as a light cannot extinguish itself,
but can ignite all others if it extinguishes itself
from all forms of captivity into space and time of reflections.

But woe to him who ends up in his own captivity
of a foreign world of eternal reflections.
He will go where he does not want to go and has never wanted to,
although he led everyone else there at all costs.

Your only state
is the state of your pre-birth.

In all other states you are trapped
and woe to everyone who honours them for their own,
for they fight only for their eternal cell of solitary confinement.