Time dissolves in the hush of that first encounter,
a single pivot of vision in which every hue of longing
coalesces into one unbidden moment of recognition,
and the heart becomes bound to its celestial counterpart.
All lesser desires tumble away in the silent cascade,
as though they were but brittle ornaments on a forgotten shelf,
their fragile glitter paling beside the deeper shimmer of holy fire,
which suffuses the core of being with a quiet, weightless ecstasy.
Virtue ceases to be a task when devotion inhabits the marrow,
and no discipline is necessary where affection has taken root,
for every gesture, every breath, every word, is born from love’s command,
willingly surrendered, free of regret or second-guessing.
The Beloved stands at the threshold of time itself,
effortlessly wearing the visage of the Unknowable Future,
holding the hand of the Immutable Past,
calling the History Maker’s heart to a vow of timeless fidelity.
In this cosmic dance, that moment of marriage
transfigures existence into a single luminous thread,
where a vast tapestry of ideas and shapes unfurls in hushed adoration,
and suffering becomes but a shadow cast by the light of Divine embrace.