The personal and emotional
aspect of man's relation
with his source is also needed
if the Unitive Life is to be even
partially expressed.
Hence even the greatest of mystics
falls back on the language of love
to express the content of his
metaphysical raptures
and the soul's final
experience of reality.
He is forced in the end
to acknowledge
that the perfect union of Lover
and Beloved cannot be suggested
in the arid though doubtless
terms of religious philosophy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think as humans we all fall back on the language of love especially in our relation with the source.