I received your letter.
How did you hurt your finger?
It sounds as if you are not taking care of your
And why the restless mind?
In this dreamlike world there is nothing worth
making the mind restless for.
Peace is the greatest bliss and there is nothing
worth losing it for.
Meditate on it.
Just being aware of the truth brings about inner
I think you won't be coming to Udaipur to assist me
and that's on your mind.
Come if you can,
if you can't -- never mind,
you are helping me all the time.
Isn't one's love help enough?
If you don't come I will miss you
because the camp at Udaipur is linked for me with
being with you, so I am hoping you can come.
Regards to all.
and lots of it.
I looked at once for your letter
amongst the pile waiting for me on my return.
I can't tell you how glad I was to get it --
written by hand, too.
You write: Now your presence is felt in your
love really IS presence.
Where there is love
space and time vanish,
and where there is no love
Even what is near in space and time
keeps immeasurably apart.
Only lovelessness separates
and love is the only nearness.
Those who find total love
discover everything within themselves.
The whole world then is inside, not outside
and the moon and stars lie in the inner sky.
In this fullness of love, ego vanishes.
I want God to lead you to this fullness.
I arrived here yesterday
and have been thinking of writing ever since
but it didn't happen until now.
Forgive the delay though even a single day's delay
is no small delay!
What shall I say about the return journey?
It was very blissful.
I kept sleeping, and you were with me.
It appeared I had left you behind but actually you
were still with me.
This is the being-together that is so real that it
cannot be divided.
Physical nearness is not nearness, there can be no
union on that level, only an unbridgeable gulf, but
there is another nearness which is not of the body, and
its name is love.
Once gained it is never lost.
Then no separation exists despite vast distances in
the visible world.
If you can arrive at this distancelessness with
even one other it can be found with everybody.
One is the door, the all, the goal.
The beginning of love is through ONE, the end is
The love that unites you with everything, with
nothing excluded, I call religion, and the love that
stops ANYWHERE I call sin.
I received your letter;
I have been waiting for it ever since I returned.
But how sweet it is to wait!
Life itself is a waiting!
Seeds wait to sprout,
rivers to reach the ocean.
What does man wait for?
He too is the seed for some tree,
a river for some ocean.
Whoever looks deep inside
finds that a longing for the endless and boundless
is his very being,
and whoever recognizes this
begins his journey towards God
because who can be thirsty and not look for water?
This has never happened and never will!
Where there is longing,
there is thirst for attainment.
I want to make everyone aware of this thirst.
I want to convert everyone's life into a waiting.
The life that has turned into a waiting for God
is the true life.
All other ways of life are just a waste, a
I received your letter.
Its poetry filled my heart.
It is said that poetry is born out of love
in your letter I saw this happen.
Where there is love
the whole existence becomes a poem;
the flowers of life bloom under the light of love.
It is strange that you ask
why my heart holds so much love for you.
Can love ever be caused?
If it is,
can it be called love?
Oh, my mad friend! love is always uncaused!
This is its mystery,
and its purity.
Love is divine
and belongs to the kingdom of God
because it is uncaused.
As for me
l am filled with love
as a lamp is filled with light.
To see this light one needs eyes.
You have those eyes so you saw the light.
The credit is yours, not mine.
I never imagined that you would write such a loving
And you say that you are uneducated!
There is no knowledge greater than love, and those
who lack love -- these are the true illiterates,
because the heart is the real thing in life not the
Bliss and light spring from the heart not from the
mind, and you have so much heart -- that is enough!
Can there be a better witness of this than me?
I am surprised that you write asking me
to point out any mistakes you have made.
So far on earth, love has not made one mistake.
All mistakes happen through lack of love,
in fact this for me is the only mistake in life.
Writing you you: May God make you envious of me
was no mistake.
I would like the bliss that has arisen in my heart
to make you thirst for it more and more.
Queen of Mewal! there is no reason for you to worry
It was just this time of night, two days ago
that I left you at Chittor.
I can see now
the love and bliss filling your eyes.
The secret of all prayer and worship
is hidden in the overflow of those tears.
They are sacred.
God fills the heart of those he blesses
with tears of love,
and what to say about the calamity
of those whose hearts are filled instead with
thorns of hate?
Tears flowing in love
are offerings of flowers at the feet of God
and the eyes from which they flow are blessed with
Only eyes filled with love can see God.
Love is the only energy
that transcends the inertia of nature and takes one
to the shores of ultimate awareness.
I think that by the time this letter reaches you
you will already have left for Kashidham.
I don't know how your journey was
but I hope it passed in song and laughter.
Give my kind respects to everyone there.
I am waiting, for your promised letters.