If you are only a line of text in yourself,
two lines write novels to you.
If you accept two lines of text in yourself,
a line shows you the way from here.
And when you become a full point,
the triune flower opens,
for you have been a full point forever,
you were only born into the world of lines.
He who lives only for himself
is an angel of his world
in a circle without measurements.
He who lives only for others
is at the centre of the nano measurements
of the devil of his world.
But when the world of the world prevails,
the devil will rise from the angel
and dance the wild dance of doom,
while the angel will spread its wings
like a butterfly from the larva of the devil
and forever fly away from the world that passes
into the world born out of opposites eternally.
Your present is an invisible thread
that binds your pearls into the circle of life.
Do not hang them around your neck,
but give them to others,
because you do not know that the string is disappearing
and your pearls are falling apart.
The time is coming when the spirit awakens
and man will be clothed before his own eyes.
Only he who is not at himself
will be like a child before his eyes.
It is not Someone who has risen on the third day,
but the One who is coming through your permission as
alive like you,
feeling like you,
loving like you.
So, do not sing the resurrection glory to Someone,
but be His resurrection glory.
You fear before the eyes of others
as long as you are depicted
in the image of your own eye.
But when you become the eye of the eye
waiting for you inside of you,
you will know that you fought for no reason
only for the mirror of your mirror.
Invisibly, the world is running backwards
like a movie.
And human in it is running backwards, backwards as well,
because everyone, as long as he is,
would like to change something.
But blessed are the devoted
who have finished their journey of being someone
and surrendered themselves into the palms of someone’s hands,
for the day of each other is coming
in the palms of eternal journeys forwards, forwards.
Do not look at the outside world and on your paths.
Look inside yourself and you will see the whole world.
Pave your paths in it consistently and truly,
for on them you will walk towards eternity.
Every phenomenon is a hole in time.
The secret of living nature, however,
is the opening of the first view
as a camera obscura,
which turns a black-and-white image upside down through a hole
and uses an aperture to regulate the wavelength
as light through the holes in time.
But the hierarchy gives birth to the inner (second) view,
which in the rules of the secondary
turns the image on its feet
as gravity orders matter into their orbits.
Now is the time of the third view,
where you see the one who looks.
And blessed are all the sons of the third view,
who defended the existence in the first view,
felt in the second view
and took farewell in the third view
and entered the world of the eternal view,
while the sons of first view are sinking into darkness.
When twelve months have passed,
you are on the threshold of a year that is not,
for the year in you has passed,
but before you only your filled sheet
of a black hole without a paper.
But if you are no more
the light of light is in you,
like a ball of light,
which oscillated like a hole in ether,
through the eye of a needle for thousandths of seconds of passing
and counted down the minutes in your hours
which in your world were days.
If you left your days behind,
subtracted the minutes and seconds of the drawing of time,
and discarded the blank sheet —
the original sin of the temptation of your existence —
the ball of light will blossom
and you be a flower among the flowers of eternity.
The Spirit of Truth