Presence is the universal self
in which you only dreamed of yourself,
righteously subordinated in front of everything
or unjustly raised above everything.
But the thread of the spirit
with which you intertwined
or unfolded your dreams
is a thread in the bond of foreignness
within the vertical wall of your ownness
until it unfolds.
From here on
you will walk as your own self for the first time
into the chosen world of your ownness
or into the world of foreignness in everything.
He who rushes,
rushes from light into the darkness.
For him who is stopping
out of the mists in front of him
views and paths are clearing.
Fertilization of the present is universal,
while stopping is individual.
This is why in this world you are universal
and in the other an individuum.
Spirit is the human’s unconscious part
like the soil you plant
the plants of your silent consciousness in.
Be a merciful gardener,
so that in their time
your plants will grow to the sky
and that your field will not be outgrown
by the weeds and thorns
of foreign consciousness inside of you.
You live in a neutral present
the only one still unfertilized,
the undissolved reality,
which is unfolding in front of you
as a random fan of the growth of the future
and is closing behind you
as lawful dying into the past.
Woe, if time will end up behind you
as your spindle unwinds
and you will become a prisoner
of the lawful demise of eternal fields.
And blessed are all,
who have deducted themselves from their spindle,
because time in front of them
will be their silent muse of eternal life.
And the spindle of life,
which was standing still
is standing still in the last days.
Remember,
when freedom comes
and you will no longer be trapped in virtuality,
you will be free only without your name,
for your own name
will only twist you into your own circle.
When your acceptance
becomes equal to your decision,
the two join
into the one and only.
Everything has its consciousness,
only man has echoes,
which in devotion
discover the secret of consciousness.
Death is a predator,
who needs victims for its spider webs
to live
and walks around
in all possible glitters
inside the squares of rights.
Only allowed life in yourself
unties you of it
out of which you were born.
The “I” of life is a feedback
or presence
supplemented to itself
by the human being.
In the world of oneself
man either serves the presence within himself,
or feeds on it
until he drains the origin.
Blessed is he,
who laid his presence
into the presence within himself,
because he will be in it
and it will be in him as a mother.
In this world, everyone to everyone
was just a television show.
If the ratings were dropping,
you were depressed
and if they were growing,
you were euphoric.
For you were adding hours to your zero
while time was subtracting them back to your zero.
But it is enough
if you were able to take every subtraction upon yourself
and give birth to the zero of time within yourself,
for out of it you will eternally be among the added.
Only time can measure your clock
you can never measure the clock of time,
because you always count from one onwards
while time counts from zero.
And if you are not in the zero,
how will time add you?
The Spirit of Truth