The Spirit of Truth

You are the beginning of the end
from your birth.

Exit to find your end,
for all that is post-festum, is dead,
only what is before it is, comes to life.

The whole world is a wave in the mirror
and you inside of it nobody,
drawing a circle of somebody.

Everywhere where you are tied,
a vortex of passing is formed,
and the first knot of the bond is you.

How will you unbind the last knot in yourself,
if you don’t leave the first one?

Someone fights to be someone directly,
someone else accepts that he is nobody indirectly
but only the one who is nobody directly
as everyone among us
blooms in the fields and scents in the flowers.

You live out of Him,
so let Him live out of you.

There is no other life.

You live inside a crossed gap
of the future and the past
as the left and the right
of the uncrossed present.

But you choose the side
and your delay of the redemption that follows.

Everyone is
and will become only what he is,
because there is no world to enter,
out of which one could exit.