When you accept
that you are the one who is the same,
you will overcome your one
and bestow your same
to the joy of everyone else.
And when others do the same,
you will live forever.
When you accept
that you are the one who is the same,
you will overcome your one
and bestow your same
to the joy of everyone else.
And when others do the same,
you will live forever.
The essence of your life is not to be perfect,
but to gather the strength
to completely renounce every letter of your name
that nature writes to you,
so that your essence in you
could spell all its names.
So, do not throw away the alphabet
by writing out your name,
so that your essence is not thrown away
by your own essence.
Woe to the unrighteous
who are stopped through the righteous,
for when the righteous stop walking,
all the unrighteous will thunder into their abyss.
And who can stop them,
if every beginning has its end,
regardless of everyone and everything?
As your birth is not your concern,
so let your death not be your concern,
so that you may be born
in the hands of eternity.
You are born in the opposite of yourself,
but every birth before you
is your freedom.
Do not fight for your existence,
lest you be crushed
by your own forces.
The evening star above you,
which fades in time
in the God’s sky of your eye,
lights up like the morning star
in your sky of the God’s eye.
Do extinguish it to live?
Or do you extinguish yourself for it to shine?
One day,
when the sky of the sky disappears,
you will know that you lived in the Lord’s body
and owned it like a madman,
tormented and mutilated it to the end,
completely sure that it was only yours,
even though it was woven from millions of God’s years.
Only the wise allows the light of light
in the God’s home of his own eye,
while the fool takes it out
on the millions of years of lives of life within himself,
until he is left alone,
alone without light
in the cell of eternity of the eye of God.
Do not jump into the opposite current,
lest you be carried away by the current of the world
into the anti-world.
It is enough that you are a firm hand,
so that your fellow man
can get out of his current.
As long as you are,
you are an inverted sentence of your life,
convulsing in the sentence of the sentence
of your existence.
But whoever abandons his letters
is guided by words
as simply as the sky guides the white snowflakes.
In the clothes of a human,
you are becoming an amoeba.
In the clothes of the flowers in the field,
you are becoming a human.
But only in the garments of death
will you become life.
One atom,
one world forced together in helplessness
into the flowing waters.
One human,
one world forced together in helplessness
into living societies.
But only two devoted are enough;
if they bestowed their world to each other to live,
and the thread woven in the loops of earthly existence would unravel
and the eyes you carry within you
would begin to see.
But so the black matter flows over everything
in thousands of forms until the day of its unfolding.
Only those to whom the black matter flows through the heart of a human
are already faceless here and now.