The Spirit of Truth

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.

The time has come
when human will decide before himself
about his name.

Will he give the present in himself
the name “life”?
Or will he call “life”
only himself in the present?

And the waters of living life
will flow from the glacier of time
and the names of their own origin
will freeze into the nameless glaciers of time.

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.