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have I given?
Oh, mad one!
When love is given
there is nothing left to give,
not even the giver,
for to give love is to give oneself.
You have given yourself,
now where are you?
Having lost yourself,
now you are bound to find
the one you have been longing to meet.
Now she has been born,
and I am a witness to it,
I have watched it happen.
I can hear the music that you are going to be.
The other day,
when your heart was close to me.
I heard it.
Intellect knows of the present
but for the heart the future is also the present.
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Love.
I received your letter.
The time of my birth will have to be looked up.
I think the day was the eleventh of December, but
even this is not certain.
But tell your astrologer friend not to worry; the
future will simply come, there's no point in worrying
about it.
Whatever happens -- ultimately it is all the same.
Dust returns unto dust
and life disappears like a line drawn on water.
My regards to everyone.
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Love.
It is a long time since I received your letter,
you must be tired of waiting for a reply.
Still, patient waiting has its own joy.
On the path to God,
timeless waiting is the true sadhana.
Waiting and waiting and waiting.
And then,
just as a bud blooms,
everything happens by itself.
You are coming to Nargol, aren't you?
My regards to all.
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Love.
I was glad to receive your letter.
Truth is unknown,
and to know it one has to die to the known.
Once the banks of the known are left behind
one enters the ocean of the unknown.
Be brave and take the jump!
Into emptiness, the great emptiness!
Because that's where God lives.
Love to all,
or to the only one!
For only THE ONE is.
He alone is.
He is in all.
He is in all and in the emptiness also.
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Love.
I have your letter and your question.
Wherever
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