Invisible borders of time

This world is a world of predators
and laws of predation
that stop human
at the invisible borders of time.

But time has matured,
and the borders of time have become the borders of death,
and human in himself has either chosen the predator
in whom now the human is dying,
or the human in whom now the predator is dying.

From the world of plundered furs
will you end up as your own prey,
or will you fly silently like a butterfly
from your own trap into the sky?

The one and only face

You do not know that in yourself you are death.
The shadow of its shadow to yourself,
struggling before your face
to exist there somewhere as life.

And yet, a hundred and a hundred times
you are betrayed
until you accept the one and only face,
the face of your death.

For only the faces of death
allow each other life and resurrection,
and not the shadows of foreign shadows
that only blind the eyes and the heart
until the day when you will know
what you do not know now.

A unit of all the rules of life

You don’t know you are a unit of all the rules of life.

Is the entire interweaving of the world not an open zero,
an infinite free line for all?
But as long as it runs behind you,
you are its prisoner.

The path from all contents
does not demand anything from you,
you are the only source of demands
and convulsive clinging for something that is not.

When you realize this,
you, traveller, will rest
and never look back.