The human being is born outward,
and searches outward for itself.
Searching, wandering, circling the world—
it finally returns
to the subtle seed
from which the journey began.
Leaving home
to gain something,
to become something,
to prove something—
yet nothing remains in the hands.
When exhaustion silences the search,
it becomes clear:
the journey itself was home.
The world is searching
for a permanent happiness,
a fixed destination
where joy, safety, comfort
might last forever.
But nothing stays.
Because permanence does not exist outside.
On the journey
no god is found,
no deity appears,
no final destination waits.
First arises the illusion:
“I am the doer,
I am becoming greater.”
Then comes the second dream:
heaven, liberation, God.
And finally
these too fall away.
Then it is seen clearly—
Life itself is truth.
Life itself is God.
Life itself is liberation.
No ruler sits above,
no separate witness watches.
Living itself is the path.
Living itself is the answer.
When life is truly lived,
the future dissolves,
time grows thin,
age loses meaning.
Pain and sorrow
belong to the language of tomorrow.
For one who lives,
everything is already here.
To acquire is foolishness.
To achieve is foolishness.
To rest inside desire
is the deepest foolishness.
The present alone is real.
This alone is living.
Where life flows,
existence supports it—
because this is a matter of life itself,
not of any god.
Only one condition exists:
to live.
In living,
home is found,
wandering ends.
Then there is no age,
no time—
only childhood remains.
Eternal childhood
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