You were a child of one-sidedness,
playing with your mirror
and turning it as you pleased.
Now one-sidedness in you is awakening,
and is moving you among the cyborgs,
if there is no one within you
to position you among the people
outside any sides.
You were a child of one-sidedness,
playing with your mirror
and turning it as you pleased.
Now one-sidedness in you is awakening,
and is moving you among the cyborgs,
if there is no one within you
to position you among the people
outside any sides.
Is it possible to catch the rhythm of a cat
wagging its tail?
In the same way, you cannot catch your own rhythm
as long as you live your own way.
But when you will no longer be,
the rhythm of creation will be in you
and you in the rhythm of creation
of the eternal symphony.
But so, you only chase yourself
with tunes of lust
until the day of complete submission.
Each front has its back.
Your face is the face of deceit,
for you only live your back.
Are you selling your back as your face
for the trifle of transience,
or do you offer it in sympathy
with the helplessness of us all?
When two put their backs together,
the eternal face of our compassion will rise.
Do not ask yourself,
“When? How? Why?”,
because you will know it from your face.
When you will not bear to look at it anymore,
it will be over,
because only you know
the deception of your own face.
You were born into this world
like a flower that opens in foreign mornings
and dies in its own evening.
Do not chase the foreign in your own
trying to overcome this world,
but fall asleep
so you wake up in your own morning.
It was a time of light,
where man trusted in the power of the lineage of light
and believed that somewhere in night sky
there was a star of his name.
And it was a time of power,
where man trusted in the power of the lineage of man
and in his statue.
And now is the time
when man believes in his own power
and draws his lineage on his own skin
and light into his own world.
But there are countless worlds now.
Are you someone’s world
or just a vigil for the dead
who fade away in time?
Who will watch over you
when the world of worlds is gone
and the light of lights is extinguished,
if you have stood in no one’s name
but your own?
The world of reversed words is dead.
Only the spirit of the broken cups still branches
and reveres the shards of its own cups as shrines.
Are you not just emptiness
and to others just a shard that thunders over your own
when you are no longer in others?
Did you give anyone anything to drink,
did you at least know how to comfort someone,
so that you could become a life of immediacy
in them?
Do not fight for the worldly existence
which the Lord in you is taking care of.
Fight for the otherworldly existence,
which you in the Lord are taking care of.
If the Lord is water in your troughs,
be water in His troughs as well,
so that you do not just remain a dry trough
that does not pass away.
Did you dream of yourself in the waters of God,
or of the waters of God in you?
You will know this
when the waters burst out into the day.
There are those who are the same as you,
and others who are someone else to everyone.
But only those who are the same
have a place in all others regardless of their own will,
while those who are someone else to everyone
have no place in anyone,
because they did not self willingly open it.
And so in the two-sided world
they will forever remain one-sided,
lost as the eyes in their own eye,
while those who are the same
will begin to see with your eyes
in the one-sidedness of their own eye
and resurrect through each other
into the two-sidedness of the one-sided world
of the eternal God.
You are a born consciousness of yourself,
the mailing address of an unborn human being.
Are you going to open your mailbox
and just play a human from east to west,
believing you have done everything you can,
or open all the letters that come from west to east
at your address?
For when consciousness becomes your life,
you will know that you wrote to yourself
and became only a zombie of your mailbox,
if you did not open even one of the thousands of letters you received,
but only one would be enough
to become a human.
Do not live as a vacuum
that bursts bubbles of all planes with its mouth,
if you could turn a sphere into planes.
If only you would withdraw the peg of your existence from the sphere,
you would rejoice like a fawn on the plains of eternity.
But so, only streams flow into their own peace.