You will never find your soulmate
by shopping through windows.
Windows sell appearances.
The obvious is not clarity.
It is a mask
on the face of depth.
Love is purchased with virtue and heart,
the currency of the unseen world,
the only real world.
Its price is death:
not of the body,
but of the self.
A lifetime surrendered
for one moment of eternity.
You must reverse your glasses.
In the throat of the hourglass,
in the pivot of mirrors,
in the decimal point of numbers and time,
every image is upside down.
Those who speak the truth
are imprisoned.
Liars rule.
Destroyers of justice
carry sacred banners,
while the faithful swim
through the trspit and rot,
to the Cross.
The Antichrist is Christ
and the Christ is Antichrist.
Yet at the center
the thirst is always the same:
the hunger for children's blood.
So speak.
Feel shame for deceit,
even when it is not yours.
Let your heart resist injustice,
or you will lose it entirely.
Seek God.
You are never alone.
In the deserts of cities,
in abandoned streets,
light is never absent,
never unseen,
even in the deepest dark.
No one who follows the crowd
finds illumination.
Do not dig in dirt
for a lost candle.
Light does not die in darkness.
And the soulmate
is the scarlet rose
growing
on the summit of thorns.
