In greatness, life and death merge.
~ Dejan Stojanovic
From one bell all the bells toll.
Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.
They are both spectacular, Life and death.
One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.
I travel, always arriving in the same place.
My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.
We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.
Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.
All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.
And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.
Life eats life to live.
Mathematics doesn’t care about those beyond the numbers.
With me: one minus one = one, with you: it’s zero. Here lies the only difference.
Neither alive nor dead; No one lets up, No one wins.
He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape.
Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.
To jump over centuries In one step is impossible. Jump too high or far, You’ll be way too late.
In the end, the world returns to a grain.
Death swallows death.
Vandals listen only when others are stronger.If vandals are equal or strongerTheir word is the last word.
In the biggest and the smallest I sleep but at the same place I stay.
Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke.
You are not what you are, You are darkness Looking for light within.
If emptiness is empty, how can something be borne or awaken from it?
Nothing is part of everything.
What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?
Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.
From what you didn’t say, lies that you did say.
I can see myself before myself—A being through dark scenery.
The farther away, the closer the home becomes.
There is nobody to wake up eternal seekers.
If emptiness is endless, then everything rests in emptiness.
When everything hurries everywhere, nothing goes anywhere.
You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.
There are no clear borders, Only merging invisible to the sight.
The eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man.
From everything, nothing looks to nothing.
Digressions are part of harmony, deviations too.
There is a pledge of the big and of the small in the infinite.