You have been given the place of human.
Will in this place
human trample the beast
or beast trample the human,
you decide for yourself.
The faces of pure hearts
There are no more subjective worlds
and there is no one who could pour his will
into reality.
Only reality will flow
into all eternal faces
and blessed are the faces of pure hearts.
The day of everything and nothing
When nothing speaks about everything,
it means nothing to those who are.
When everything speaks about nothing,
it means everything to the nameless.
But between nothing and everything only silence
and the voice of one crying in the wilderness.
It is finished,
because the day of everything and nothing has come
and there are no more rainbows across the sky,
only the direction remains the same.
He who is outside like a rear-view mirror,
will eternally sink into himself.
He who has remained within,
will step through the gates into eternal heavens,
for the gates are open.
Fulfilled embrace
You haven’t slept in your body
nor in His, sacrificed for you,
you were only choosing between options in your dreams.
Will you finally enter His body
as a child mother’s embrace
or enter your own embrace without a human?
The time to wake up has come,
for your embrace is fulfilled
to except others or yourself.
Bird in your hands
He who hunts will be caught,
and he who releases will be released,
for your life is a bird in your hands.
The letters of your name
Life is not a boat on the horizon
that is missing the letters of your name,
but a horizon that sinks into darkness
because it is waiting for the letters of your name.
The cycle of life is collapsing
The cycle of life is collapsing
because the afternoon is faster than the morning
and it can no longer be balanced.
It is only possible to step out of it
into the world within you – without birth and without death,
if you have laid your life in it
as on the key of eternity,
waiting for the day to rise through you.
Darkness, the basis of everything
Darkness, the only bird without the wings of time and space, birth and death,
but the basis of everything, your essence deep within,
waiting for you so that it could fly.
Darkness and you running away inside of it
until you stop.
Its presence is your face
or the face of the one running away from yourself,
the original darkness.
Everything in you
Everything you search for around you, is in you.
Like doves on your roof
when all the roofs are empty.
Each of them is your thought
with which you feed your soul
while the spirit is silent in the voids around.
For you do not know that the roofs are all yours
and the doves will fly across the sky
when you have mercy on them.
The riddle of your unknown
One in relation to one,
and in the world of coincidence, none fall.
One in relation to two,
and it is not known whether the unknown in front of you is on the left or the right.
One in relation to three
gives birth to a world that does not exist,
and in it you choose between two.
As long as in yourself you are your self,
you cannot solve the riddle of your unknown,
for one is the thread that weaves into two and three.
