Against basic trust Time

In life's haste of words a sorrow touches. That which moves, leaving behind the horizon of the ray in this world, seizes all the sound of expression in its diversity of being maturity. Unwillingness to take surrounds the mind's cloudiness. The light's darkness shines with the patience of penetration, whose questions are deprived of all answers, in the looking gaze of what is truly carried. [...]

Escorting the Entwortung

The midwifing fullness extends these worlds, incapacitated of thought. Every thought floats timelessly through the blackness of the boxes in the turning gender, deprived of the end. The interpenetration of the interplay eludes that guidance whose expression is removed from the mind, touching the centre of events. The ascending course of the forces lines up with the counter-course of the descent, the resistance's providence calls for order. That inner transformation [...]

Disinterest in being

That distraction whose countermovement is away from the concentrating, seen in the turmoil of the foreign self. To a larger opening section path pays an incomprehensibility, whose restlessness of questions maturing adorns increase. The paths of sacrifice, the loose help's ornament, the loud call, the being's depth removed. The greatness of fear uncovers all that apostasy, whose touch of the [...]

Ignorance grips lives

Touch touches what has been learnt. The questioner, whose answers mature timelessly against the imprints, is born close to trust. The abundance of uncertainties seeks its reasons in the outside, the closeness of events calls the distance. All knowledge is entirely subject to the existing, to constant doubt. The book of faith as the moving realisation. The being drives itself searching, [...]

The questions Answer Nothing

The cloak's covers fall in the search for words of favour. Those languages whose faith is stronger in words than the silence of proximity, whose works remain in the past like the attachment of memories. To understand the understandable until the incomprehensible gives birth to any reason for understanding. Assuming the longing alignment of the desire to be different, the attentive sound loses the intoxication of questions about [...]

Awareness without authenticity

Broken understanding touches any imagined inadequacy on that surface whose anxious behaviour runs a path of distance. That state, close to the distance, seeks only the moment. The call's support is subject to any denial, the self's show gift. The path of the senses comprehensibility, enriched by the genius of the mind, the course of questions surpassing. That being, the closeness of truth unasked, the [...]

Broken reciprocal of materiality

That moment of opening one's attention neither smoothes the waves of life nor inspires radiance. The unsteadiness of being adds joy to sadness, endlessness to hope, a moment to fullness. The clarity of the cloak encloses all that clings to confusion, the immutability of greatness denies any view of it. That relationship of the interrelated [...]

Blind perfection

Every longing, driven by the wild restlessness, finds its hope in the overflow of its steadiness. The eternal search for the attainment of creation, sensing the distractions left behind, whose perfection produces straight grooves. Softness falls from the centre of chaos, displeasure's exteriority constantly removed. If the will to find is integrated into the being of events, dispersion finds the beginning and [...]

The power game's way

It lands in the distance near, the end in the becoming being. Fuelling anger's way in the longing heart, driven in the flight's path. The courage of the creator's being is born in the journey of faith. Knowing inconstancy begets through abundance fullness, driven by the reception of the more. Commanding hand of the ways knows, [...]

Immortality of the heart

The loving heart is immortal. That fear, whose prohibition is opposed to love, remains closed to itself. The depth of the reason dwells in the fire, whose course of time has long since burnt out. The power of the spirit winds its way through the defences of fear. Tortured in the imagination the longing lies in the distance, long since there in the [...]

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