Ruysbroeck speaks in majestic phrases
about the fruition of joy and describes
it as constituting the interior life of
mystic souls immersed in the Absolute.
This translation of the Beatific Vision
into the terms of a supernatural feeling-state
is often realized in the secret experience
of those same mystics, as the
perennial possession of a childlike gaiety,
an inextinguishable gladness of heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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