The time has come
for empty glasses of wishes and memories.
But in your glass
the contents of all others
and you in the glasses of others
the content of all others.
And if two toast,
they drink the nectar of life.
But if two
throw the contents of each other
in each other’s faces,
they will burn in a fire
that no one puts out anymore.
One is the thread of creation of all phenomena,
the constant c,
which weaves innumerable canvases of occurrence
each of which waves
in the infinity of space of one thread,
and as it rounds itself
disappears in time as a point.
But the dots accumulate
like drops on the edge of eternity within ourselves,
and the image is being filled to the last drop,
which falls into every present.
And when it falls,
all the lights of one image
will light up like the New Year’s world
in the world of eternity.
Only those will no longer be
who have only rounded themselves
and left a dark trace of space of one thread
that is haunted by darkness.
You are look and you live
from the eyes of a subspecies within yourself.
The deeper the subspecies you live at your own will,
the more cruel your eyes are,
even though in your first steps
you carried the eyes of the white dove
of your conception.
And yet you are the eternal human eye
without an owner
searching for a human.
When you take the pair away
from the eyes of the subspecies within yourself
as to yourself,
everyone will find a pair of human eyes
in your eye.
And where you also will find your eyes,
two people will find eternal peace,
beyond themselves and everything.
You were knocking on your window
like a bird.
Now you are entering through your door
like a human.
Did you prepare him a home of human
or just a trough?
The time has come
when death awakens in you
and blessed are you
if you have laid yourself in it.
It will have the eyes,
the heart of eternal life.
But woe to you
if you were only preserving yourself
in a foreign mirror,
for the spirit will rise in you
without everything
and persecute you forever.
You are a mirror of the Lord
and the world of all others
in your mirror
and your whole world
in their mirrors.
But only those
who give up their world
in foreign mirrors in front of them
and allow each other’s worlds
within themselves
will live forever.
You are before you are,
a tree of a tiny seed
of mother earth given to you.
And if you become
the tree of the tiny seed
of mother earth given to you,
you will live forever.
The present is unwinding
and quietly and invisibly
man is becoming time itself.
For the coin of captivity into yourself,
which dictates the forms
of the present of this world,
is turning.
Somebody to oneself is leaving
into the world of empty eyes
of eternal distances of the past.
Nobody to oneself is silently lighting
the fires of warmth of eternal future.
The way you see others,
you should also see yourself,
to untie oneness with yourself
so that no one and nothing
could pull you inside anymore
where there is no more room for the soul.
When only
the deaf are ready to listen,
the blind are ready to watch,
and the dead are ready to believe,
then you know
the end is near.
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