The Intimacy of Love and the Ultimate Truth

What you desired has come to pass without deviation; the feeling called 'love' blazes forth today in my supreme soul—fathomless, immeasurable.

Standing at the threshold of fulfillment, memories clamor with terrible adversity—against which the supreme soul's concentrated collective feeling strives ceaselessly; insurmountable.

Reaching the next stage of this particular worship becomes possible only when the external being becomes an unconditional partner in that yearning exceptional feeling, ready to awaken consciousness in deep embrace.

How truthful is this feeling—what do you think?

You have unhesitatingly transformed your experience-born feeling of 'love' into an exceptional form under the veil of separation, its source lying in your heart's preparatory phase. This effort seeks to awaken your purest feeling in my soul—surely this is truthful.

You believe the peace of the supreme soul can be attained only through this path. In such circumstances, there is no place for doubt; skepticism is unnecessary.

As my companion in thought, it is essential to illuminate your heart with the touch of my specialized feeling. Toward that end, my soul willingly accepts any suffering; for before your magnificent form, it is infinitesimally small.

Your external being has waited eternally for me alone.

Without your touch, my attainment of purity is impossible. Coming into your presence, I feel myself at incomparable heights—whose excellence is unfathomably deep.

Your perception is undoubtedly extraordinary.

I believe the initial stage of this worship will be completed through your entry into the transcendent chamber of my heart.

This is a flowing, flawless current of practice—in this chamber, only each other's pure equality is brilliantly reflected.

Your insight is skillful; in the depths of the heart lie the universe's finest feelings—whose slightest expression would expand entire worlds.

Come, enjoy the treasure of my soul's unveiled beautiful feelings—which will envelop your soul in blissful intoxication.

Through the concentration of your mind, you have established that special feeling in my heart.

In this moment, my external being yearns for your touch—are you equally yearning?

Deep within this yearning lies the unconditional surrender of our spiritual union—which rises as a form of wonder in the rhythm of an ineffable dissolution.

This world's beauty-adorned bodily form, eager to receive you—blazing in love's turbulent flame.
"Why does that fragrance not stir your soul?"
"Why do you hesitate in the wake of my supreme soul's anguish?"
"Why do you compel your own soul to enter this chamber?"
On the other hand, my form fails to bring your external being to fulfillment.

The enchantment of your touch cannot be brought by anyone else. No comparison to your bewitching form exists in this world.

For that reason, no other's form can find place in my soul. You are my companion in thought, the eternal presiding deity of my specialized feeling.

You alone are the partner of that pure feeling called love. In this extended moment, our supreme soul is present in its highest expression.
"Come, accept me"—I am ready to give you love's supreme taste with my everything.

I seek you alone—as wholeness, as love, in awakened consciousness.
"What special feeling's dialogue envelops our supreme soul?"

In the invisible bond called 'Great Illusion,' in irrepressible phantom rhythm, our ribs tremble.
In the great dissolution's prolonged moment, I am subdued before your inviolable willpower.

Not in vain attempts to separate myself from fate's mystery;
rather, let us become absorbed in prayer near to it.

Forgive my boldness, but tell me—how much distance between our external beings do you fear might be perceived?

The possibility is slight—it may be, or may not be.

The power gained through your special worship is such that it can embrace even my touch in the soul.
But spiritual distance is impossible.

The moment for journeying to your heart's preserved chamber has arrived.

O loving solitary soul-form, I am direct witness to that pure feeling of yours.
You have kept my consciousness awakened in an insurmountable wisdom.

"Welcome"—to my preserved chamber of sensitive feeling.
Without the resonance of your pulse, this beauty is in vain.