The Spirit of Truth

The world of the world of eternal inconceivability

Man, once you are born for eternity
into the world of the world of eternal inconceivability
and twice you die naturally.
And blessed are those who are capable of this.

If you cannot die for the first time
when you lose the position of your priority,
how will you die for the second time
to give place to the living life within yourself
and live in everyone else and others in you?

For big cannot pass through the small,
only the small can make its way through the big
in the world of the world of eternal inconceivability.

But woe to you if you remain a monolith,
a salt pillar of the eternal sea.

When time measures man

The whirl in which
man measured his time
through each other
is stopping.

Now time is measuring man
ever more,
and woe to him
who is measured into Sisyphus’ touch
of Tantalus’s eternal torments
with himself only.

The time of the only One

You are one
who travels through the One.
And yet you are one in the One
and the One is either in you
or it is behind you, and haunts you.

Do not stand before anyone as the One,
for you know that in your essence
you are only one;
so that awareness does not become your eternal torment
when the time of the only One comes.

The place of silence

Silence is a bird
that seeks its place among people
and if it does not find it, it flies away;
and behind it only the noise of unrecognizable insects remains,
for only in silence can two birds sing.

On the doorstep of the born world of reality

Your dreams
are the contents of a present
that resonates around you
when you fall asleep.

And you
the content of a reality
that echoes in you
when you are awake.

But the silence within you,
the place where all echoes pass away
like the clothes you are wearing,
while you are embraced in silence
on the doorstep of the born world of reality,
which echoes in your dreams
even before you are conceived.

When you fall asleep in a relationship,
you lose every attention and conscience.
When you are awake,
you are haunted by the conscience
of the same events,
and when you accept them completely,
silence ensues.

The last grace

Man,
it is better to remain silent
than to speak from your own,
because at least silence remains
as the last grace under your feet.

The world you allow in yourself

Not in the world
that invites you,
but in the world
you allow in yourself,
will you be in paradise
when the bells ring.

When Sunday overtakes Sunday

When Sunday overtakes Sunday,
the one who carried it within himself, will be in it
but the one who lived it only in front of him
will never catch it again
there far behind him.

A blank canvas

Each appearance sinks into non-appearance
as a point into a blank canvas
that is the origin of each point.

And every non-appearance
that only human can take upon himself
allows the canvas to grow to infinity,
to embrace all the points
through each other and through himself.

And blessed are all the sons of the empty canvas,
for through each other they will be the sun of the eternal sky
and woe to all the stars of their own sky,
for they will only be
the abyss of the eternity of darkness
through their own point.

One body

There is only one body and two people –
like Jesus’ coat,
which was not torn apart but cast lots for.

When the macro mirror
of the micro mirrors of passing
disappears without a trace,
one dimension is born
in which two who gave their bodies
will be oneness of eternal pairs.

And the world of gambling houses
of stolen bodies,
a duality of eternal singles.