Dialogue with the Untouchable

: This surrender of your tears—is it merely dissolving into the pursuit of failure?
: The anguish of being so close yet unable to touch you—how trivial this plea of tears must seem to it! Be well.
: Is the necessity of departure what seems proper to you? The one whose existence you sought to reach with your entire being—now, arriving at the edge of their heart, you lament not being able to touch the surface?
Think—did that moment of your helpless surrender escape my notice? Never.
I have searched for you along countless paths—where were you, why didn't you show yourself? I have kept the sensation of your touch alive in my heart—how can I let you go?

: Ah, be quiet! I am not worthy of receiving so much. You should push me away instead—that would be my true gain.
Why do you want to remind me needlessly of my failure? Holding the mastery of love in your heart, why do you want to bind me in this fierce embrace of passion?

: Ha ha ha! Failure?
This insurmountable path is ours! What failure do you speak of that is not mine?
Even to perceive the slightest warmth of your deep wounds—one must know how to love. Is this unknown to you?
How mysterious your silence is. In my heart's secret blows, I have arranged a chamber of unexpressed feelings just for you.

: I don't want to remember when we last met. Even if it was a lie, when you left you said you loved me.
I convince myself, forget for a while—if we ever meet again! How much I long to see you.

: How do you instantly hide that powerful feeling of coming to me?
The next moment you tear yourself apart in the pain of not having me—what do you gain by doing this?

: I find you in the expanse of all my feelings. But what is happening—that is reality.
Will I never truly have you in reality?

: No. It is impossible for me to come to you accepting the unpleasant truth of reality.
Could you—love me with your entirety?
Ha ha! You couldn't!

: If you cannot even come close, then how can it be love?

: You are not a god!
And I, even if I were, could not be one.
But does it happen again?
Let all that is good remain in your wholeness—may completeness surround you!
I am quite unnecessary, wrapped in incompleteness.
In this life I will never again be able to become someone close to you. I lack that capacity.
In the expression of the slightest feeling, I had found you!

: Who says that touching your eyes, in your silence, one cannot spend eternity in the restlessness of my breath?
Can love be bound by conditions, tell me?
You speak of externalities? Why do you keep yourself in torment over something you don't believe in yourself—and keep telling me about it?

: Are you thinking of my well-being?
I hold you close by my own will.
Did you think I wouldn't understand the depth of your mind?
Are you the only one who has touched my soul? Could I not?
What do you think?

: You were never in such delusion—you are not even now.
Don't worry; I won't leave, I'll stay.
We must keep our memories alive—those that cannot survive without the presence of our feelings.

: A deep peace spreads through your feelings—do you know this?
: Of course I know! That's why I came, in such haste.