The Spirit of Truth

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.

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.