King and beggar

Times have changed:
The businessman has become a king
while the customer was downgraded to a beggar.

Anonymous writer

Deceiving

Man cannot flatter death away
of soldiers, nor undo it.

Anonymous writer

Flowing thoughts

Thoughts take shape,
flow into reality,
then continue to blossom,
wither in time.

All inventions are preceded
by thoughts that grow into life
into existence, in which everything is:
Past, present, future.

Everything is already there:
Today, yesterday, tomorrow,
is, was and will be,
without time, without space,
like an unmoving dream.

Eternal stillness rests in being,
in the storm of change,
surf of everything and nothing
in the womb of eternity.

Thoughts breathe time and space,
lose themselves in dreams,
reality like a flower arises
Spirit penetrates through this fog,
called: wandering life.

Anonymous writer

Death is not a farewell

We live in different spaces,
rooms of dreams,
wander through them.
Memories remain behind,
open new gates,
lay down the body in front of it,
enter the new room,
from one dream to another,
in a new guise.

All rooms are connected with each other,
we enter the one room,
room in the centre,
then there is no farewell,
only timeless eternity,
welcoming old and young,
known and unknown ones.
The past rises to the present,
stars merge into one light,
from which the voice of God speaks:
Everything is one without farewell.

Anonymous writer

Path of the true Saints

The soul does not fight against people,
has no hatred for them,
does not exercise violence of its own accord,
she is one with God.

But the mind controls her,
receives life from her,
that is why the soul must suffer
for the outrages of the mind.

She pays bills upon bills,
until one day
has control over the mind,
over its thoughts, words and deeds.

This with the help of God’s grace,
until the wild beast is tamed,
so that the soul can travel back
to her true home, home eternal.

The path of the true saints…

Anonymous writer