“Give me my robe. Put on my crown. I have immortal longings in me.”
–Cleopatra in Anthony and Cleopatra by William Shakespeare
“Every one in this room has the urge of transcendence. It is impersonal. It is non-predictable. And it is of such force that no material thing or lunatic idea will divert it.
“It is my contention that the soul of man, filled with immortal longings, reaches out through the mists of human theories and beliefs, seeking a place of contact, feeling its way through a mass of opinions and ideas. And it is my contention that this is as fevered as the search of one seeking to grasp the beloved.
“Behold (speaking to the Cosmos), thou art fair, my love. Behold, thou art fair. Thou hast dove’s eyes within thy locks. Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet. Thy neck is like the Tower of David builded. Thou art all fair, my love. There is no spot in thee. I seek transcendence because thou in me hast ravished my heart.
“Solomon, seeking the beloved, is the story of every man seeking completeness, wholeness, which he senses, yet which he never dreams lies within his own consciousness, which is where it must be. We must become aware of this ravishing delight within before anything lasting and satisfying will take place.
“Our urge for transcendence is saying to the Universe, ‘Thou art my beloved.’ Suddenly I looked up from my mundane routine and felt you and saw you standing at the doorway of Eternity. I knew you were coming long before you arrived. For the aroma of thy reality penetrated me from out the pale green stretches of imagination.
“Thou art my beloved. I do not know what form you will take. Only that it is the form of the beloved. And now, as I stand closer, a cloud of perfume comes from you and falls over me as a golden veil. It is absorbed into every atom of my being, just as waves of the ocean thrown upon a dry sandbank is instantly sucked up.
“Thou art my beloved. Thou art a sheaf of lilies all glistening white and gold. Within each chalice lies the crystal nectar of life. One drop of it envelopes me like a mighty ocean, opening my eyes to the unuttered and undreamed of beauty of you.
“Thou art my beloved. I am flooded with the love of you. I am warm, glad because of you. I am swimming with you in the infinite sea of life in which are all things.
“Thou art my beloved. I am straying with you at dawn. The world is dew-drenched with freshness and purity. We are bound together by an unseen chord as slight as a spider’s web strung with a million diamond dew drops, and yet as mighty as a thousand thousand strands of steel. There is nothing binding us stronger than a spider’s thread and yet nothing can tear us apart. My urge for transcendence is thyself.
“Thou art my beloved. Thou art my soul. The substance of my being.
“Thou art my beloved. You stand at the portals of my cognition, a white and burning light of revelation and beauty.
“Thou art my beloved.
“And so it is.”
—Thane’s meditation from FYL Lesson #37, the final lesson, “Summing Up, Somewhat”