The Sadhakas were more beautiful than ever. They shined with their recently shaven heads and lines of beautiful Tilak decorated their sanctified faces. Their restless fingers moved swiftly over the Tulsi beads and ecstasy bathed their hearts. In this condition, they approached the mud hut where the divine master kept his sacred retreat. A young boy accompanied them and a question stirred in his spirit: "Why were we created? Why have we come to this world? If God is perfect, why did he let us leave His side?"
The divine master, being full of peace and sweetness, love and wisdom, smiled, looked at them with his deep eyes and spoke with a resolute voice. Holding back the stampede of his sentiments, he delivered that which they could understand on that day. "May the Holy Name expand your comprehension and give you entrance into the sensible world. O inquisitive souls! The truth is revealed like a slow dawn. It awakens the bird of the being so that it may start its flight through the sky of infinite enchantment. Why were we created, you ask? Try to understand the position of this Absolute Good, of your beloved Father. He wanted to create you. He wanted to give you His love. One day, from His sweet and infinite kindness, seeing you as a sleeping spark in the ocean of His transcendental effulgence, with a loving voice, He spoke to you and said: "From the ocean of light of My own effulgence, O divine spark, O soul, I awaken you. I give you independence, will, personality. O little particle of light! You will always live thirstily for Me and I for you. You know, I am love. Nothing more than love fulfills Me and subjugates Me. Everything is subordinate to it. Knowledge, science, wealth; everything is ruled by love. Only this interests Me, and only this interests you... I create you free.
You can come to Me now, to My universe, to My greatness, but look: I am everything, and that everything is dazzling and fascinating to you. My external material energy can also captivate you, even though it is no more than the shadow of My marvelous excellence. Presently, with your free choice, you were inclined towards worshipping My shadow; My shadow which extends over infinite universes; My shadow of hills and oceans, of galaxies and muses; My energy transformed into suns and solar systems, into water, wind, and waterfalls; My shadow as dead, insensible and mute; My shadow of anonymous reflection and solitary moons.
Still, I will call you; I will always call you. In the beginning, you will not be able to discover Me. In the beginning, you will love the lakes, the birds, the tight, rocky steeps towards the abyss. You will love flowers and atoms, abstract sciences and bodies. Like the lover who inhales the forgotten rose, longing for the hand that held it, thus will you take My perfume from the stars and rocks. You will feel My essence like a fugitive bird, the void of My absence. You will feel Me escaping from within the very prey you thought won...
In your many lives of various forms, you will enjoy My ocean and My space, My ether and My earth... With your mind and your intelligence you will taste forms and flavors in thousands of ways, in thousands of bodies, lives, families, lost in labyrinths of your disemboweled history...
I will see you walking; walking towards Me, searching for My love, My caress and smile. You will taste fruits here and there; sensual fruits, fruits of sciences, of many experiences, of thousands of lost and found loves; among sunrises and sunsets, among poems and dreams that you will believe to be true... You will be a philosopher; you will be a bird, a monk and peasant, carrying your pierced heart in your chest, like a thirsty chalice of love... In this dessert My shadow will leave your soul dry... I will see you search for Me and deny Me. I will see you curse Me and suffer as a comfortable lover, as an unwise lover... Sometimes you will take the reigns of justice, and sometimes you will establish moral rules, incited by a passionate and effusive spirit without even knowing cause or effect, without knowing either flesh or spirit. In your short time, you will want to discuss the origin of the universe, and where I am going with my centuries of centuries...
Your hate towards Me will be the fruit of your immature love, unripe and sour, and I will make it warm with My glance. I will incubate it with a tender voice that you will hear in the depths of your spirit, and you will see; I will become even sweeter than honey, softer than a fig...
You will not be able to deny the sun and My other wonders. Like a long game, I will play give and take with you, like the petals of a daisy, only to tell you that I love you. Every soul will raise their tower of bedlam and will want to arrive to where I am by the strength of their spirit. With the strength of their spirit, they will keep their hopes alive, their hopes that there be something beyond the world of mind and senses... You will search for energies; you will scrape the earth, dredge the ocean, cut the atom, with enormous crystals intrude the cosmos, and send metallic mosquitoes through the sky. Nothing, small spark, will satiate the thirst of your immense heart. My shadow of science, of good or bad, of peace and war, of birth and death, of immense space, and immense silence will not be able to satiate you. Tons of diamonds, tons of energy, tons of sciences you will let aside, and you will search; you will search, My child, for what your heart asks you for: to satiate the hunger of your spirit...
Bedlam - the endeavor to reach Me by building a tower of pride... I will make you cross many roads, clime many peaks, pass many valleys, give ovations to triumphs, cry over failures. It will be your path, your illusion, your solitude, your quiet and solitary pilgrimage, frighteningly accompanied and solitary, with your soul as if left at the bottom with its distant echo. Do you know, love, that I sing poems to the pursuit of your search? I make you small but your aim great... I will give you a universe, but you will find it insufficient. You will want to leave it when you do not find within it the sweetness of My spirit. And in this way, I will praise your love, and you My greatness, and we will love each other more and more. We will love each other day and night; and they will say that I am a cheater and that you are crazy. But before this, you will love me as rock and thunder, as sun and wind, as man or woman, as father, mother, child, sky, music, friend and universe. You will always love me in some way... When you are stronger I will stop your plans, your dreams, your hopes. I will take away your friends, your family, your money; as if pruning the fruit tree to improve its fruit; as if pruning the rose bush to strengthen the rose...
And you will come to Me. You will come running to Me. Some will say that you should be careful of Me, that I am a cheater. Again, others will say that you are crazy. But both of us will be intoxicated by the fascination of our love: because I want your love towards Me to be great, and because the love that I have for you is very great...
And you will see that that which I took from you, that I threw at your feet as useless plunder, will become fertilizer for your internal roots, and your plans will be to have Me; My embrace your hope, the world your friend, every being your family, and purity your wealth. O soul! I want to make you light, I want to make you love, I want to make you an angel. Let yourself be within the warmth of My hands. Let Me lull you to sleep against My yearning chest. Allow Me to take you dancing in Vrindavan!
What have you suffered? What have you cried for? What hunger, cold, injustice and poverty have you been victim of? Why did you leave Me? Why did you go away from Me? Why did you not listen to My Saints?... I know that you will point at Me. You will blame Me for your suffering, that I was not generous in giving you will and understanding...
I have everything, and I will give everything, all the sacred jewels of My immaculate spirit, but not before the fire of your pain has prayed humbly to have them. 'O pain, beautiful pain!' A saint said, 'Without you there is no true love.' Love is pain. Pain from not being with the beloved, or because by having one, one fears loosing him. I will let you go as many times as you want. Every time you think about imposing your impious independence and distrust. And every time you leave Me, you will suffer My distance with pain. Because, O spark of love! how will you be able to live beyond the fire of Mine that embraces you?
In this way analyze, O soul: pain caused by this world takes you to Me in the end, yet the passing joys make you loose yourself in the labyrinth of interminable Samsara...
