Talk to me, my beloved! Utter to me in words what is in your heart. Lay bare your soul in words.
The night is deep. The stars have hidden themselves in a veil of clouds. The wind is moaning through the leaves. I will loosen my hair and let it lie unfettered. My cerulean sari will embrace me like the night. I will hold your head to my bosom ; and there in pure solitude whisper on your heart. I will close my eyes and listen. I will not look in your face. When you finish saying your words, we will sit in silence. Only the trees will murmur in the dark. The night will fade. Dawn will break. We shall gaze at each others eyes and depart on our different roads. Talk to me, my beloved! Utter to me in words what is in your heart.

||Ishavasyamidam Sarvam Yat Kincha Jagatyan Jagat||*
We are ordained to see whatever there is in the world as being enveloped by God.

||Yo devo ganau yopsu yo vishwam bhuvanamavivesha ya aushadishu yo vanaspatishu tasmai devaya namonamah||*
I bow to the Lord over and over again who is in fire and in water, who permeates the whole world, who is in the annual crops as well as in the perennial trees.
*From the Upanishad

Reckon on love even if it brings anguish. Do not shut your heart. The heart is only for relinquishing with a song and a tear. Happiness is fragile like a droplet, while it laughs, it dies. But sorrow is mighty and it endures. Let painful love awaken in your eyes. In the sight of the sun, the lotus blossoms and relinquishes all that it has. It is not like the lotus to remain in bud in the illimitable wintertide.

My soul, a creature of the wild has found her heaven in your eyes.
They are the comfort of the morningtide, they are empire of the stars.
My poetry has relinquished itself in its deepness.
Let me but float in its lone immenseness.
Let me but pierce its clouds and fly in its luster.

Why did the bud not blossom? Why did it fade and die?
I cumbered it and pressed it to my heart with tremulous and anxious love, that is why it faded and died.

                      

In his anguish, man cries, "If there was God, there wouldn't have prevailed such utter lawlessnes!" Indeed the Lord of this Universe has stood aside from our self. He has not shadowed our self with His throne. He has left us free. He seeks His manifestation in the will of man. As far as nature is related, man has to acknowledge the rule of God but in his self, he is free to disown Him. There our Lord must gain His admittance. There He comes not as a King but as a caller, thus, He has to wait until He is invited. God does not command our self, there He comes to seek our love. Indeed He stands away from us, where His watchful forbearance knows no bondage, and where He never tries to coerce the gate open if it's closed against Him. Our soul has to reach its ultimate destiny, not through the Lord's compelling power, but through love.

|| Namah Shambavaya ||*
Our obeisance to Him from whom come the joys of our existence.

||Namah Shankarayacha||*
Our obeisance to Him from whom comes the good of our spirit.

||Namah Shivayacha Shiv Taraya Cha||*
Our Obeisance to Him who is the innate good in all, in whom we are conjoined in all entirety, in love and harmony, in righteousness and peace.

*Lines from the Hindu Scripture, Shri Rudram.