The Spirit of Truth

Only exposure can open new doors
when the old key disappears
and no key can open them anymore.

Only exposure drives blood back to the head,
to revitalize the body and soul
like new wine.

You will drink your wine in eternity
from your exposed palms.

You are the sand in the hands of the present,
which is slipping through fingers into dust.

But the present is waiting for you
like the mother’s eyes on her son,
to become eternity.

Nobody and nothing
exists on its own.

Only nameless wells of life
are flowing into your present.

Do not fear traveller,
enter your own,
only here will you give the wells your name.

From here they will run,
the sons of your father’s source,
and murmur forever.

You are planted as the seed of an eternal tree
into the flowerpot of your name.

But the day comes when you have to go into the fields,
to give birth to the names of eternity within.

Man, you were a man at the expense of others.

Now their coverage is getting smaller and what will be left?
Did you think,
when you stood in front of others,
is it really you or is it just your bonus?

Any insight is disturbing,
because it threatens your bonus.
However, when insight reaches two people,
it will be over.

Man, all your borders are dreamlike,
all your clothing relics of darkness
and your rights the desert of your world,
revealing your face more and more every day.

But if you would give away all your dream borders to others,
they would enter their lands
and through them, you would find paradise within you.

Yet you wander deeper into the darkness
and light the candles of your altar.

And when the darkness will cover your entire face,
you singer will know, whom you were singing to,
yourself or others.

In this world you were in your role,
whatever it was.

However,
were you really as consistent in this role,
as you think you were?

And honest in front of yourself?

Will this role within you
outweigh its abyss?

And when the time of its time comes,
will you be able to lay your life
into the palms of its kingdom?

You are just a human out of a human,
who bears an eternal human within him.

But the eternal one loves and hates
when he walks with your steps.

And when you will walk with his steps,
you will rejoice because you loved
but woe if you hated.

Every conception is
as if a stone was thrown into the distance.

And when the stone encircles the earth,
human is conceived within the orbit of his world
and he rules the earth beneath him.

But when the earth starts to groan
under the weight of its rulers,
the comets start to fall into the eternal abyss.

And blessed are those,
who were a good soil,
in which the tree of eternal life
sprouted.

You are the face of time
passing away.

But to everyone else,
you are time
with your face,
which is being born within them.

So do not worry about your face,
but give it to everyone else
to live.