From the initial state of mystic pleasure
to the complimentary state of pain,
the self oscillates to and fro, on and on.
The torment of contrition adds to the flavour.
Then the mystic speaks of the first touch of God
in which he realizes that knowing God is
easier than knowing one's own soul.
Our soul is so deep-grounded in God.
God is nearer to us than our own soul.
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Beautiful, touching and tender poem. This is utmost Beauty. A TEN fir this poetry straight from your soul.