The Spirit of Truth

With the acceptance of the cross, he remained “the same”
and not “the other” lost in the distances of time.

And “the same” is his father, brother, and son.
And to “the same” he is a father, a brother and a son
here and now as a loft to the swallows,
who came home from afar without maps and compasses,
because they were led by “the same”.

Only “the others” inside their own casts
do not know whence and where
the echoes are leading them.

For endless distances are within ourselves
and “the same” a bird that flies forever to itself,
because it has nowhere else to go.
And outside just a world of endless deceptions
promising a home.

But “the other” that promises birds a home
has abandoned journeys
and is leading birds into the abyss
as the mother a son if the son becomes her lord, lover, and spouse.

You were outside of everything at yourself
and inside of everything through others.

And if you fully accept your position at yourself,
you will enter a new state of eternity.

But if you succumb to the position conditioned by others,
you will not be able to exit in any way.

In this time, the smallest things are dying,
blossoms are freezing
and everything is too small to exist.

But within, the plains of solitude,
the mountains of silence,
waiting for the birds and your eyes.

The most dense dream is matter –
the coldness of the mirrors,
only your touchable snow and cold.

But inside of you a heartbeat
warming your greenhouse.
Don’t plant flowers for yourself in it,
so that frost and darkness do not stop your heart.

For only where hearts join into streams,
spring trickles and brightens the eyes.

It is not the matter who carries the living spirit,
but the living spirit who carries the matter
as a mother carries her child.

And if a child rises above his mother,
the mother disappears
and the child ends up in the abyss of the bottomless eternal paradox.
For he deprived himself of his own birth
and yet he will exist forever.

This is why He said:
“Father, forgive them, for they don’t know what they are doing.”
For they are persecuting the living spirit among each other
as if they were persecuting their own birth.
And yet they are the living spirit to one another
after you, Lord.

Through time, Adam was picking the apple from the tree
and pulling the herbs of the inner world.
And Eve of the catwalks was taking care of cleanliness.

But the Lord is asking:
“Man, why are you focused entirely onto what is Mine
and have discarded what is yours?”
“Will you not only find the darkness,
when your light will no longer shine anywhere?”

Everyone at himself is trapped inside a glass of wine,
which time is cultivating in the fleeting fields for him.
But to each other we are only bare reeds,
waiting for the spring.

And until the glass is spilled
to each other for bloom,
you will not know the secret of wine
and the eternal spring inside of it.

To yourself, you are the only one in the dark,
for in every point in the present
your light is sleeping
and is reflecting itself mutually in all occurrences
before it lights up within you.

This world is a passing celebration.

And the world of man
is the celebration of holidays
which man proclaims as eternal
and is willing to pour blood for them
in firm faith that he will maintain his marketplaces.

But time is the child of the child of eternity.
When it erases the marketplaces,
he launches hordes into gallop.
And when it takes the eternity out of the human holidays,
the hordes will fall into the abyss.

And only the one who forgets this world
and remains at himself, will receive eternity within himself
from the father of two sons.

Therefore, be the son of the father
and not the father of sons of this world.