Bonds in the Thread of Separation

The resonance of your profound pulsations, moments of anxiety in sudden melancholy, have brought a different dimension to this undisturbed chamber. Is this being, awake even in sleep, then above all sensation...that which does not see, does not receive, does not touch, does not rejoice, does not abandon?

In this city of the body, only the vital functions remain awake. While the other senses cease their work during sleep, the life-forces remain vigilant. Dreams are the nature of mind, not of the soul. Your particularized sensation was previously received by my senses, its traces remaining in my outer being. That is not the nature of the soul. In this sense, the soul is unknowing. Thus my life-breath has received what was once seen and the same appears in dreams; what was heard before seems to be heard again. The sense-organs too, unified in mind, present themselves in all manner of desires and accomplish perception.

O beloved vision, O faithful one! The illustration in this matter is this—as your feeling appears manifest, that very essential bliss is perfectly revealed in the soul; for the soul's essential bliss is ever-present. In this chamber the manifestation of your particularized sensation called 'suffering' is dim; through my specially sensitive attachment, absorbed by the enduring touch-sensation called 'separation,' your place has firmly entered my inner self in proximity to that eternal state. This supremely excellent special intention will certainly culminate in our immediate subsequent desired attainment.

Accepting deep silence with pure heart, your transcendental arrival in this special chamber is enchanted by desire-indicating impulses; in your sensation waits the unimaginable expanse of my profound, melodiously audible resonance. Your tendency toward brevity continues to madden the longing of my inner soul's love with special restlessness.

For this special reception my inner sky is stunned; in one abundant moment, this mind enlightened in refined love-blindness, which in subtle perception considers itself the soul—O contemplator, affirmer, in the intoxicated space beyond attributes, only your magnificent form is without reflection.

O truth-seeker, is this renowned chamber then merely the most excellent support for a special worship? Devoted, which has witnessed the supreme sensation of the inner soul, which is intently interconnected with your particularized sensation called 'suffering.' Nevertheless, though the conclusion of such separate worship is destructive, when unified in mutual relationship, our identification with transcendental sensation in the supreme soul is imminent; that which is peaceful, indestructible, immortal, purposeful and supreme.

Your delight in this chamber's steadied mind in fearlessness is praiseworthy; in silence, properly receive this touch-sensation aroused for movement.