Love as an Offering of Anguish

"What a terrifyingly difficult path we have traveled!" All around us, memories blaze in the shape of that sensation called 'unbearable anguish.'

It is to bind you in special gratitude that this unknown path reveals itself. The feeling of excessive love drawn from the entirety of my soul—which, as a consequence of your heart's acceptance, has compelled me to embrace that slight affliction called 'suffering' to an unbearable degree. This torment seems merely a specialized interpretation of your soul.

Our capacity for endurance has exceeded its limits in this mysterious quest for a new path. Your self-surrender, in its urgency to make me receive you with everything I have, seems to want to transcend the ultimate boundary of my tolerance. Why do you willingly bear this anguish? Why do you continue to absorb me into yourself? Only, it seems, to awaken in my heart your noblest feeling—'love.' In this world, you alone are the sole bearer of that sensation. Your unrestricted wandering as my only companion of thought keeps my soul peaceful and fulfilled.

Yet this bleeding of yours—by causing excessive discharge of that sensitive feeling called 'emotion' in that part of my heart—has multiplied the deep wail of suffering manifold.

The uncertain movements of a particular part of my soul that has worn away for that very reason have made my heart's hemorrhaging more intense. Only after learning the account of this erosion has my supreme soul become eager to receive you. The embrace of sorrow, though a cause of temporary affliction, continues to make you permanent throughout my heart. My specialized feeling 'love'—which never awakened without your arrival—was lifeless, inactive. Because my spiritual communion is possible only with you; for anyone else to comprehend this feeling of mine is impossible.

The resolution of this sudden anguish of yours seems difficult. You are eager for my spiritual repair. Unconsciously you continue to pain yourself—in tasting my harsh feeling called 'suffering,' merely to increase our spiritual intimacy. Your endurance is tremendously firm—it is for this reason that your insight is fully devoted to bestowing your purest feeling 'love' upon my heart.

The phase of our specialized feelings has now reached an equivalent critical moment. We have acquired the ability to receive spiritually identical sensations. During this crossing of the special path, unknowingly your heart has taken permanent refuge in my supreme soul. Perhaps only the taste of death could separate us.

Your proper entry into my heart has weakened a part of my heart, which draws you toward my supreme soul through the touch of the ultimate degree.

The expression of my greatest feeling of all time in your magnificent form seems quite sufficient. Your sensation envelops my soul in stillness, strengthening our union in incomplete hours. In this celebrated chamber, only wonder touches, for the sake of deep supplication and feeling.

Your absence throbs as that feeling called 'maya' in the vast part of my heart. Though deep affection for you is not expressed in external being, its dominance in the supreme soul is infinite. Its spread is visibly throughout your heart. The way its trace strikes your heart into madness is unimaginable.

To be devoted to you, to preserve the existence of all my feelings—this effort seems so slight. This affliction has made me pledge to absorb you. Tear-soaked, bloodshot eyes secretly flowing continue to wound my external being.

Why doesn't this wail of your feelings cease? What special reason has created such a deep wound in your soul, unknown even to me? Why is it secret? In this special conspiracy, the revelation of your hidden part is extremely urgent. To dispel the delusion that has arisen in my insight, it is absolutely necessary to stimulate your special feeling called 'love' through some slightly unexpected pain.