In this world you are a living memory,
but you know neither from whom nor what,
and yet from everyone and everything
you allow in front of you.
Only he who does not allow anyone and anything,
only he now becomes a bare force
that destroys the world of memory,
to crush it from the times to times and forever under his feet,
while the devoted have unknowingly risen from the wombs of memory
and will only fly into eternal encounters.
… and when you can no longer exist
at the expense of anything or anyone,
you will have to fight your own battle with yourself.
Because everything will disappear
and blessed are you
if you found what you were looking for.
Man,
you need a person, and not an image,
so that you can become a human and Lord,
not death, but the voice of a human who calls you to himself.
…for you give life to that which you live,
and woe betide you if your image calls you
on your day.
You are no longer helpless,
you just don’t have the strength yet.
And the powerful are no longer in power,
they just haven’t entered the powerlessness in front of them.
There is not a world left
that could lead the way in the darkness of your own presence,
and blessed are you
if you are only a period at the end of a sentence
that is falling into the dot of its beginning.
The essence is the same,
only the miseries are different.
It would be enough
to touch each other
with our essence
and all the darkness of this world
would disappear.
When your thought no longer captures your image,
like a fisherman catches a fish in his net,
it is over.
If you have not divided it into two and three,
the image will divide you into two and three
without your eye forever.
The essence of being is not
being suitable for heaven and earth,
but we live in the eye of one gaze
that looks at you from all sides
from the eyes of all others.
Is this eye not yours?
Are you allowing it to survive,
or do you just live according to your will
at the expense of everyone else’s eyes?
But you do not know
that this eye is the essence of your cognisance
until the day of awareness.
And you do not know
that only you decide
whether you will fall or stand before it.
You are a spirit in the form of a human
who blows where he wants to.
Blessed are you
if you stop your step in compassion,
so that the human can walk through the spirit of his image
to where he is at home.
Only he who is not,
yet lives,
emerges from the world of contradiction
into the world of harmony
and is here and now
as if he had been forever.
The Spirit of Truth