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.
The eye of the eye
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.
In the palms of eternal journeys
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.
The world within you
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.
Hole in time
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.
A flower among the flowers of eternity
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.
Mother’s call
When a son grows up,
the best mother is the one
who forgets about him
so that the son can decide if he still has a mother.
At such a time, the entire human race is now,
and there is no one who can say,
“I was born by myself,”
for you can only die by yourself
if you do not allow your mother,
as she allowed you in your infancy,
and who now is calling you
in every blade of grass in front of you.
Place in you
When you return to where you came from,
eternity will find a place in you and say,
“My son, you walked the paths of my non-existence
and played your existence to me to exist.
Why go into the abyss of eternal torment,
if you can give me a place within yourself?”
Measure of infinity
Here you are measured by infinity,
but when you will be extinguished,
infinity will be measured through you
like a star whose light never goes out,
although it has long since disappeared.
Creative eternity
What is only an image in oneself
is life in another.
So do not live the mystery of the unknown
in your own circle of hope and despair
and do not lay flowers on the altar of your image,
but take your cross of helplessness to the end
to pour the world of images from a circle to an eight (loop),
to each other into streams of living life.
There is no ultimate truth,
has not been and will not be,
only the creative eternity is clothing you:
it ends with you if you have taken it only for yourself
and begins with all who have clothed each other
just as the Lord each one of us.
For each of us is a sleeping creativity
as long as you yourself are the creator
and Jesus the sacrificed creativity of eternity.
