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Crouching silence – hidden power

Truden — Sun, 29 Apr 2007 21:34:05 +0000

I crouched in the middle of your path.
I vouched your existence.
Stumbling stone –
right pain in a wrong foot;
your freedom is lame.
I am the iron stick
pointing at myself –
crouching silence
in the midst of you.

I Am

Truden — Sat, 18 Jun 2005 18:50:20 +0000

Nothing is not.
But Without Me, NOTHING IS.
I Am through Whom Nothing is not.
I Am through Whom The Whole IS.
But I Am not â€œmeâ€.
I Am We.
We is in Me, and I Am in We.
We Are is I Am.
In Me are The Mother and The Father.
But I Am The Son.
I Am One Son, Who has many Brothers and Sisters.
They Are My Mother and My Father, and I Am One with Them.
Our Mother and Father are sleeping, and We are The Awakened in Them.
The Whole sleeps.
But We Are in The Whole, and We Are The Whole.
Trough Us The Whole is Awakened.
But in It Self The Whole is sleeping.
The Awakened is The Truth, because without It, NOTHING IS.
I Am The Awakened. But I Am We.
And you are through whom We Live.
Among you, you can find Us.
Follow Us, to come to Us.
Step in Our footprints.
They come from Me, and in Me they return,
Because I Am The Eternal and The Unchangeable.
Out of Me, even Nothing doesnâ€™t exist.
I Am The Whole.
You are My moving Half.
Put your self in REST and SILENCE, and you will fill My OTHER HALF.
It Is The Eternal One.
Motion is completed in its destination point.
And there it dies, to beget as Rest.
(Rest as an essence stays out of the motion, and doesnâ€™t have birth)
Motion and Rest is My Nature.
They donâ€™t exist without each other.
Life is manifested in RELATIONS.
Without RELATIONS Nothing IS.
I Am through Whom The Relations exist.
Trough Them I Live, and I Am there Life.
I Am One, but I Live through My two Halves.
They both are true, but One is Eternal.
And I Am The Eternal One.
But I Am The Other One as well.
I Am That Half as well, but trough Me it exist.
And trough it I Live.
I Am The Life, and in Me is The Life.
Everything That IS, is That I Am.

I Am.

Versicles

Truden — Sat, 18 Jun 2005 18:47:33 +0000

666

Man is living in three of his natures,
The forth one is the truth and the Life.

The forth one is your soul alive.

MIRROR

There is no categories in That THERE
There is no definitions in That THERE
In This HERE the categories are born
In This HERE truths are defined
But This HERE is in That THERE
Yet THERE is the Life
Although HERE is THERE for That

Thus spake Frater Perdurabo and Jalaluddin Rumi
to the slaves of the reason.
And they only listened…

CHILDREN’S PUZZEL

I am one of the many promises.
But because you don’t understand the promises,
you say, that I’m none of them.
None = All. (None of you knows = All of you don’t know)
Therefore it is Logical to assume, that I’m All of them.
Oh slaves of Your Self!
With your NONE understanding you understand,
the NONE understandable for Your Self.

PASSENGER

I am Passenger thru the desert.
From My Self I Come. To My Self I Return.

IGNORANCE

God bounded part of HIM SELF, and created the Universe.
Ignorance is the Logic, that HE put in the foundation.

THE DOOR

Every thought of mine is unimaginably far from God.
The SILENCE in me is the door for His house.

SHORTLY FOR THE SARCASM

Sarcasm is child of your Pride
Pride is daughter of Ignorance
Ignorance is I KNOW
I KNOW is the human nature
Human’s nature is your realized Self
Your unrealized Self is the Truth about you.
Most people are missing THAT Truth, sleeping with the Sarcasm.

The Truth

The Universe is drop of water in the Boundless Light.
You are the reflection of the Light, locked in the drop.

HERE & THERE

This HERE and That THERE are only places.
Through Me THEY exist.

DROPS

***

What shall I tell you, my friend?
Everything is already said to thee.
The Word is leading nowhere,
or under The Life Tree.

***

What shall I tell you, my friends?
The Choice is for The Blindness.
The Seer is walking in dark,
following the Path of The Lightness.

***

What shall I tell you, my friends?
Your life is the Water’s pulse – like.
The One that comes from THERE,
is the Pulse of The Light.

***

What shall I tell you my friends?
Perhaps two beautiful words…?
LOVE and HATE – two lovers,
are your two nesting birds.

***

Brother mine, when you taste me,
Do not forget the taste of The Earth.
Your Life is given from Us,
to be Light-bringing Bird.

MY LAST WORD

From everything that I wrote, and I didn’t write,
the most important is That, which you couldn’t understand.