The Spirit of Truth

Man, as long as you are walking through the dream of this world,
you are as pure as the blue of the sky.
But when the dream starts to reign you, your heart gets cold
and the skies that could warm it disappear.

And yet you are nobody.
And only nobody can walk the path through the boundless dream
and awake from it
like waking up in the morning.

A child feels the sleeping laws of life in a fairy tale,
a student in diligence.
But if he leaves them behind,
they catch him, determine him into someone and begin to reign him.

Because only in your own place you are nobody
and only in your place the laws of life sleep.
That is the most in the world you can preserve,
for when the laws of life within you awaken,
they lift you up into the sky among your brothers.

But woe, if you are someone and no one knows you anymore,
like the old streets of the outskirts.

Man lives in the blindness of the spirit,
for there is no world that he could see yet,
there is no palm that he could feel yet.

But the time is coming
when the clock on the wall of your room will stop
and you will live in a world without an image
after Him, who has accepted the blindness.

It is not enough to imitate foreign nakedness,
even if accurately to the atom,
for only out of your own nakedness the warmth of the southern horizons blows
and the birds know where to fly and the flowers to bloom.
But man to a man only cold to the bones.

It is not enough to turn the directions of the sky into its opposites,
it is enough of accept the opposites yourself,
so that they can become the directions of the sky
and you will walk in peace.

As long as you are wearing the clothes of foreign nakedness,
the trace behind you is disappearing in the spirit,
because blindness is taking your nakedness away
all the way to the eternal bottom, where no turning is possible anymore.

Life within you cannot be fulfilled into the work you are performing,
as long as you, an integral part of the whole, are missing.

Because as long as you are searching for your place in the circle of life around you,
your life is a strange that haunts you
and you are a stranger haunting your life.
But the light of life within you is silently fading out.

You don’t know from where to where your path is taking you,
so do not walk in your own dream
and do not blow your own dream trumpet.
Give your palms to the life within you, so that it will fulfil itself in you
and cross the border from your dream into your reality.

You were divided in the Lord into three, the past, the future and the present.
And the Lord in you was divided into two, the future and the present.
And you were a child of the Lord.

You were divided in the Lord into the past and the present,and you were divided in the Lord into the future and the present.
And the Lord in you was divided into the past and the present,and the Lord in you was divided into the future and the present.
And you had to decide.

And the Lord became one in you, and you one in Him.
For the time of division has come to an end.
Whether you now are now becoming the king of darkness,
you have decided alone in your own time.
Whether you now are becoming the king of light,
you have decided alone in your own time.
For the words of the Lord will speak with your mouth:
“Let there be darkness” or “Let there be light”,
as it was in the beginning is now and shall be for ever…

There is no eternal rule, only buffalos in gallop
being haunted by the echoes of their own hooves behind them.

Only the buffalo, who stops, realizes that he is the son of echoes
and he lets himself go into the hands of the laws of echoes
and he will rise according to the law of echoes,
when they will be freed from those who running away from the eternal dust of oblivion,
which rises above them.

You lived joy in a world of joy
and you played as a child.
You lived sadness in a world of sadness
and you cried as a child.

However, the world which you lived in
in tears and laughter like Robinson on his island,
is withering away and you will become that
what you choose for everyone else,
a land of joy or a land of tears,
for you will be taken into pair by your own land.

Everyone is an automatic result to everyone else,
only the coherence is different.

And everyone is tormented only by their own result,
which is not, never has been and never will be.

It is hard for one to control himself,
not to awaken ghosts out of the mists with someone,
who then dance their dance with him.

Therefore, man should always be a man to his fellow man
and leave the mists to the rays of sun
which will dissolve them with the breath of their mouth.