The Spirit of Truth

All your days in front you
are before-time on its feet.

All your days behind you,
are after-time turned on its head.

But only the days,
that you have allowed and bowed to,
are keeping your feet
– independent of the time and the space of your own will –
on the solid ground of timelessness.

Let all your dimensions go,
so that in you in the spirit of one dimension
and in your soul of two dimensions
and in your body of three dimensions,
He will speak.

He is the point of your awareness,
the right hand of God inside of you,
who is calling you from your home,
so that you could see where you were staying.

Don’t lock Him into your matryoshka doll,
for the day comes when even the smallest doll will open
and doll after a doll will perish inside of it forever.

Where will you be staying homeless,
if He will not be in you and you not in Him?

On all your ways a speed detector is waiting
and the conscience inside of you is your speed detector.

And if your confidence outruns all your conscience,
where are you going to stop?
Will you not outrun
even your last detector of peace within yourself
and end up in the abyss?

Because the last detector
are you alone before yourself within the Lord.

Fear not, the One within you,
who is growing invisibly inside of you
is changing you.

Fear only your own foolishness,
so that a fool does not appear
and starts to manage you.

Do not torture yourself with reflections,
so that the mirror does not exhaust you,
while the One inside of you withers away.
Because no one can change himself,
just like a drop cannot drink itself.

Everything is before it is,
although you have not seen or heard anything.

And yet in devotion someone is a pen,
writing down a story he had never heard before
and the other only an eraser deleting a foreign story,
in order to write his own.

However, the story that is before it is
cannot be deleted.
It is waiting for you in silence
and He is the silence inside of it.

Time is your only interlocutor.

Let him speak all to the last word,
so that you will mature into good wine
and leave the captivity into your countless springs
and pour out of your bottle
into the cups of eternity among us.

If you count outside,
there is an eternal deficit for the one who counts,
as a river that says it is alone and yet it is full of fish.

If you count inside,
there is the eternal surplus for the one who counts,
as a fisherman who caught fish in the river.

Therefore, be a river to everyone else, not just to yourself,
so that others may be a river to you
and to each other
out of one eternally uncounted fish
baskets full of fishes.

When you count outside yourself,
you are page of a book, which is assembling together
but is always misses the author –
you who are counting
and with your pages extort others for your authorship.

And when you count inside yourself,
inside the only real space of eternal life,
the author of the book is known as the eternal surplus
which is you who are counting and never finishing.

You decide only on the balance in this world.
You are either in pair with the inner space of eternal peace
or with the time outside that haunts you.
You will know this yourself.

Blessed is he who has lost everything and accepted it,
for he will bring joy to others and others to him.

You are a wind rising into the sky under your own sun.
and with foreign wind you become a hurricane –
if you do not remain only an evening breeze,
which falls asleep inside, so that the morning can wake him up.

Contents are only your mirrors,
unless you are the bird of silence
which is coming to you.