The Immortal Within the Self

: The audacity to dismiss your specialized feeling of 'suffering'—nowhere in this universe does such boldness exist.
: Eager to analyze my true nature, your heart's inner sky—which is nothing but an endless endeavor to know you alone.
: In that special feeling of yours, my moments of enchanted devotion have found their place. Yet in that harsh comprehension called 'suffering,' my specialized feeling of 'love' seems unable to touch.
: Strange! Then how has it been received?
: In superior orbits, it was never manifest in your inner soul, yet this touch has made you subject to deep attachment—which is the finest aspect of the feeling called 'emotion,' capable even of disturbing this universe.

: As false shadows exist in this life, so too the false feelings of life remain only in surrendered form; at whose slightest distress the entire cosmos grows eager to renounce itself. Yet your soul has been refined only by the resonance of that intense feeling called 'suffering.'
: O my companion in thought, suddenly through your special devotional qualities, with mental resolve like acquired shadow and the power of willful entreaty, a part of my hidden feelings becomes apparent to your inner vision.
: There is no sign of your arrival becoming visible to my inner soul; yet this being, overwhelmed by the beauty of your enchanted mind along with the senses that have entered the psyche—as if awakening a specialized circulation of 'suffering.'
: Your desireless worship, whose spiritual and divine form has granted immortality to your essence in my inner soul.

: Come, let us establish keen inner vision, attain concentration, and prepare for pure-hearted observation—toward these detached feelings of the inner soul, which can slowly bring primary immortality to the expanse of our inner sight.
: Can this universe then bring about the resolution of the wakeful state?
: When body and senses are calm in the dream state, only then is the cessation of waking possible. Furthermore, dream and waking—these are dharmas of life; not of the soul.
: In dream time, the sense organs and mind unite. O companion in thought, today in my special senses there is the stirring of your captivating echo, which radiates in scattered enchantment.
: In companionship with your special feeling called 'love,' this inner chamber is enveloped in the extraordinary afterglow of a pleasant sensation during dream time.
: You—awakened in form, blissful in form, luminous, possessed of inner vision.
: My special feeling is ready to proceed to the next chamber. Are you prepared?

"How much peace did you find holding me close?"
"You probably don't even know that yourself," isn't that so?
"Who says I don't know?"
"If I tell you that the thirst for peace awakened only after holding you close—would you then understand how deeply I have loved you?"

"Today I feel like staying close to you, touching you. Tell me, will we ever meet again?"
"Of course we will."
"Why do you lie every day? Does it comfort you to console me?"
"Oh silly girl, I'm telling the truth."
"You won't come, I know that."
"Listen... I am within you."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm so tired today. If only I could touch you once!"
"Will you call me in your dreams tonight?"
"Come, let's sit face to face in that quiet coffee shop, let me gaze at you steadily."
"Come."

"Our memories would have been lost long ago, if I couldn't keep myself alive in your feelings."
"Does love make memories fade?"
"Tell me, was I worth remembering? Could I ever capture myself in your mind, even for a moment?"
"Doesn't my absence ever trouble you?"
"How much farther can I walk this path with you in imagination?"
"I know no other way to communicate with you."
"We must go much farther; don't stop the conversation."
"If I never find you again, I'll disappear in wounded pride."
"Then, will you be able to find me?"
"Ah, don't go. I've reasoned with myself so much."
"What can heal this pain? Where shall I keep you?"
"How often I've said, stay, don't go! No one else will ever speak that way again. Even today, I've only been able to keep you in these eyes."

"Even after leaving, I returned to you—you couldn't understand that."
"I never went beyond the bounds of your sight, couldn't go."
"Well, perhaps you'll never be able to forgive me again, right?"
"You know, I often think you've kept a little space for me in one corner of your heart."
"It's nice to think so."
"If thoughts could take real form, how many people in this world would be freed from acting!"

"You're not well—long sighs of melancholy throughout your body. If you can't keep yourself well, how will you speak with the person inside?"
"If you don't speak with me on this path, your entire time becomes shrouded in silence."
"You know I can't do anything without your feelings?"
"I know."
"Are you perhaps accepting fate and wanting to cut off communication with me?"
"Come, let us awaken our feelings near fate one last time."