The Spirit of Truth

If you have ever seen a tiny bird,
drinking drops of morning dew,
then you know of the secret of eternal heaven within you.

If you live it and not deny it as Peter did,
then it is coming to visit you today.

Everything and everyone is the presence of eternity to all others;
however human is a creature who does not allow
the presence of the eternity of another to live,
but uses it only to mirror his own presence
in the face of the eternity of everyone else.

But he would rest as a distant star, which lives,
even though it is does not exist on its own for ages.
He would rest in peace and quiet,
if he would let his essence live here with one another
and not in the mirrors of time.

A thread is winding like the earth into tangles of everyday life
and weaves into the transient canvases the manna from heaven.

But inside of you is He, the needle’s eye of the right hand,
waiting for you, needle’s eye,
so that the thread of eternal life could start running between you.

Everyone is his own heartache
and he difficultly recognizes the melody of his heart.

But if it relies on foreign sounds,
his heart beats quieter and quieter,
because your bells are calling only for you,
traveller through foreign world,
to return.

Life is a reading of eternal memory on all levels
and wisdom every read page that sleeps within you.
Because to you, man, it is given
to read from the memory card of eternal life,
it also is given to you to erase.
But in your own arbitrariness, you only erase from yourself.

The mortal sin against the Holy Spirit is the automatic erasure within you,
who without word threw away what you read out of the spirit of memory.
So what will you do on the day when memory will resurrect
and stand quietly without words in front of you?

Dark matter, the greatest secret of the universe,
is the memory card of creation, out of which the dark force,
which embodies the dream, originates.
And your palms are the living dream of reality,
searching for their source with your fingers.

He took bread, he broke it, and gave to them, saying “Do this in memory of me,”
because for he himself went out of dreams into memory
and is waiting for someone.
Because, where there are two in memory,
memory fulfils itself as the third force of eternal life.

Free will is the mandate of the spirit given to man,
which he can in his power use it for good or for evil.

But one does not know that every mandate
and every time of the mandate according to each man
come to an end
on the day, when the glass of two sides breaks
into the inside and the outside endlessly.

Human is the only being
who can live himself after his soul from an unconscious spirit.
Therefore, he lives his world in the world of some world,
into which he places his hopes on all levels of life.

But some world is sleeping inside of him only here and now
and not there somewhere, sometimes.
And man in the arbitrariness of his own search
is destroying this entire world
and the worlds within worlds with his loved ones
instead of lying in the soft grasses.

For third heaven of the conscious spirit
will be given to man at its time, but by then he is maturing –
either to himself in a world among savages
or as a scion based on a healthy savage to each other
into the noble fruit of eternal life.

The sun over the earth of your image,
your land with its borders, is passing.

And yet, within you all the grasses that have ever grown
are sleeping and waiting just for you to bloom again.

But woe to him, who is running from the vanishing world of his own image
into foreign images, where no fireflies are there anymore to glow.

An endless world of beauty and freedom
is waiting for you on the other side of the woods,
which roar in the wind and sprout in the spring,
but only one thing is necessary, to separate yourself from your own world.

Nobody has a life of their own, has never had one and will never have one,
for your life echoes like bells in everyone else
and other lives echo within you.

Only those who own the echo of bells within themselves,
are becoming quieter and quieter,
until every trace behind them disappears.

In the desert, Jesus was overcoming only the illusion of own
and until he overcame it, reality in Him and He in reality were sleeping,
for the own in everyone is only an illusion.

And they crucified Him within themselves, because they lived their own
and with the faces of actors retained their own faces through each other,
but in themselves hated every face that did not affirm the illusion of own.

When they received the Holy Spirit, the apostles were only awakened
 – and nothing more –
and they only lost the illusion of own.

This entire world is a world of an echo,
weaved from the frequencies of compatibility
which are resonating into the passing time.

And human, the last frequency, is the only one
who is able to ask himself:
“What do I even know about anything,
if I don’t get ahead of anything within myself?”

And he is running away from the only answer on thousands of ways
into the world of his own frequencies that never works out.