Forms Without Background - 1
For Grown-Ups
Do not allow so much love around you to deceive you.
A flowering under the sun.
Darkness will come and cross it out.
Do not allow so much hate surrounding you to horrify you.
A veil of death, night, the snow.
Light will come to resurrect it.
The Philanthropist
He wanted to help the poor,
but where could he find the money.
He wanted it very much, however.
He thought about consulting history, and he found Christ. Christ did not have money and multitudes became rich with a "crucify him”.
So he also took up his Cross and followed Him.
Thus the poor became rich and the faces of the rich and the poor brightened with true joy.
His dream came to life.
For him, Resurrection is enough.
The Peacemaker
And the target was strong. Unbeatable. Great was the price to the one who would throw it down. But not less also for the one who would just be able to touch it.
Multitudes gather around it, one helps the other. People become brothers. They are tightened together for a coordinated effort, in a wonderful unity bound by agreement, truthfulness, faith, joy.
And the target has not fallen yet.
It will stand strong, being beaten mercilessly, until it sees around it a universal, prospering, reconciled, consenting, peaceful and joyful society being formed.
Victory
I see You, my Christ, hanging on the Cross, with your head down, with relaxed muscles, speechless, weak, and I think:
This is the way a Christ can stand upright in the world. This is how He can live. Crucified with nails, on a Cross. By being well fastened high on the Cross, He can lift the weight of the sin of the world.
Nothing is left to Him other than that.
He has spent His soul in love.
His spirit in serving.
His voice in teaching.
His physical strength in walking.
With His whole body, as we see Him also today, He is a symbol of enduring by offering.
Buried Truths
Oh Earth! How many things you do hide inside you. A sleepless volcano. A strong fire, which a firm guard, a skin strong as a tight band, keeps them unexpressed. And, on top of this, life walks safely. You still have uncounted treasures, that man must work hard in order to find them.
And in me, inside me, all these live too. But there is something here, which you do not have.
The dead men you embrace, inside me they are only sleeping. From time to time they wake up, move around, want to get out of their grave. But I never allow this to happen. They are truths that are hidden, in order to allow the beings, who rest their life on falsehood, to live.
Cockles of the Heart
He looked at other children wearing shoes, and his heart melted. Many children in his village did not have shoes, but they did not mind.
He saw the young noblemen eating on richly spread tables, and stood looking at them. He thought, when will I be eating on such a table, too.
Now that he has grown up, his father took him to go to the next village with him. On their way, they met a tower. In front of the big closed entrance door, there was an ugly angry dog, serving as guard.
- What is inside this tower, father? the boy asked.
- Whatever every man’s heart desires, my child. Whoever wants something, he asks the dog for it, and the dog kicks him on the heart, a cockle of the heart falls out, and the dog grabs it and eats it. Then it opens the door. Whoever can endure this, goes.
The boy exulted to hear this. He found the opportunity and went.
The Fruits of Pain
May pain be blessed.
It offers us the human being, who fills us with love.
It offers us the poem, which gives us joy.
It offers us the sky that fills us with kindness.
Do Not Kill
During all his life he strove for obeying the command.
The wild passion stormed inside him and he struggled, with great strength, to control it with the reins. And he succeeded.
He did not harm anybody.
And there comes radar and finds elements of a criminal inside him.
- Hypocrite, they shouted at him. You are condemned to death.
Do Not Touch Me
Do not touch me.
What I hold in my hands today is very heavy.
Give us a little of it, so that the weight becomes lighter. See, how many people are around you.
How can I give you, as it cannot be cut. It is one, it is whole, it is something, which, even at the thought of it, you tremble with fear.
It is nothing.
Sacrifice
A pious Christian put on his best clothes, took the bread, the wine and the oil and started for the remote church, to pray. They told him that it takes one hour to go there on foot.
He did not take anything to eat with him. The time would be short. But he lost the way and he arrived there after three days. He left the gifts in the church and returned home, being very hungry. Everybody reproached him.
- How could I touch the gifts? The earth is not a goal for me; it is just a place to stand on. It is a step, so that I may reach heaven. To taste the divine grace, to put on the sanctified Robe of the Spirit.
Who knows how much time will pass, until I can bring my gifts again?
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