I doubt any amongst us could easily deny the allure of the soul-entrapping curse of true love, the heartfelt cage in which we find our thoughts and feelings when another overpowers us with unconquerable ardor.

Tell me what is this hidden mystery concealed beyond the ages, lurking behind appearances, yet making its home in the heart of being?

What is this unconditioned thought that comes as the cause of all effects, as the effect of all causes?

What is this wakefulness that encompasses both death and life and molds them into a dream stranger than life and deeper than death?

Tell me, O people, tell me! Who among you would not wake from the sleep of life if love were to brush your spirit with its fingertips?