The Void-Body of Time

Avoid my introduction;
When we are separate—this discourse becomes unnecessary.

Because we are inseparable from one another,
the journey toward liberation from this disguised life's wildness draws near.
Your keen intelligence and practical wisdom—
whose combination has awakened your consciousness,
in whose true form my complete being is illuminated.

The secret of your mind's untroubled, unburdened disposition
is not unknown to me.
If one can establish oneself in peace's great abundance,
this supreme moment will be honored in its fullness—
you are the sole sovereign of this considered understanding.

Beyond this identical eternal soul—
we are nothing else.
Again, our external adornments—
do these transient memorial signs have any value at all,
if through one's own consciousness and action, the entirety of this world cannot be influenced?

What begins through the awakening of one's own soul—
even the manifest existence of this universe lacks the power
to render that consciousness numb.
A mysterious emptiness pervades all existence throughout the world.

In search of the beauty of the person within oneself—
regarding the approaching reality of the next possible destination,
your thought's farsightedness
is undoubtedly a special manifestation of your consciousness,
which has touched my complete heart.

The moment that has kept us enchanted—
is it merely a witness to emptiness...
this world yearning in hope of achieving the impossible?

Undoubtedly, from that empty position where the journey's beginning commences—
we repeatedly traverse and return to that very emptiness.
This journey belongs to eternity.

What is the way to freedom from this inherent helplessness?
Is liberation even possible?
Is there any necessity for the expectation of attaining liberation?

Only in the worship of love's feeling
can all attainment and non-attainment, completeness and incompleteness find their end.

Then is it only to transcend emptiness—
that this world shows such intoxication in expressing the feeling of its scattered existence?

To stir the heart—
inevitably the dormant expression of love's feeling
will arrive in your being.
Love possesses power greater even than stillness.
Love reaches its culmination—
through the attainment of unfailing happiness.

At the moment when suffering begins, when that heartache starts,
in response to that supreme silence—
if love alone exists,
then where is the hesitation in surrendering the ego to that soul?