In the Deep Paths of Non-duality

In a seeking rapture I have touched you, only then did perfection meet the bliss of self-knowing, whose arrival made the nearness of pure feeling trouble me each moment.

In restless heart-burning, in this profound spiritual union satisfied at the weary hour of final journey I met a vast prideful otherworldly power—
one bound to vanish if not held close and cherished.
Only in your heart's embrace did this become possible.
Your feeling never wearies me,
never lets me sink into the shroud of deep sleep.
This self-nature absorbed in the reach of transcendent vision.

You never asked how I am doing?
As long as I write in contemplation of you, that long I am well.
I am bound in the rhythm-fall of that neglected verbal language—
whose emergent innermost word
begins a deep waiting the moment it reaches across your heart.

The unspoken, blazing legend of my feeling
as long as it comes touching you,
the very next moment
your response scatters the straw of my anguish to pieces.
This mind stays restless for peace's touch.
Right then I am alive.

In the distance between my being alive and being well
your sudden arrival is immediate.
Perhaps gratitude remains at love's boundary for eternity.
So in destiny's rewriting I too am deeply grateful to you.
I shall never again in this life achieve encounter with greater power than this to keep myself well.

In this surrender, the steadiness of old life—
which brought utter failure to my self in seeking to find—
the radiance of your feeling has given complete form to that self-dwelling.

This touch of divine enchantment beyond ordinary rules—
it did not yield easily to me.
Emerging from extreme incapacity's smoke-web
to wander in your mind's deep expanse was never simple.

I could not become like your mind.
In that moment I felt—this place is not for me.
The very next moment, touching your heart to see—
keeping a thousand moments' current as witness, I only felt—
this place is mine alone, mine only.

Amazing!
How have you too kept me across your entirety?
You know, you are terrifyingly beautiful!
Even if we never meet again—
our inner person's purest feeling encounters each other daily.
Will you let me stay close to you this way, pressed near until death?

(—Certainly.
No one else could go so deep into my mind the way you do!)

Such long distances between us!
From so far away, how do I touch your existence constantly?
Suddenly I seem very strange to myself—
I seem to have lost myself in you.
Did I ever want to find myself back this way?
Without my asking you have given me so much.

Though it all seems quite imaginary, impossible—
in terrible excess you are far more beautiful, quite different.
Perhaps the fortune of loving you is the end of this chapter of mine!