At that time, He, was as Singular, Absolute Consciousness, with no entity to see or to be
seen, no exchange, as the energy or prakrti was also in sleeping, dormant stage.
O Lord, I had hope that You would come this time, during the sweet season of spring, that
You would bring irrigating flood over my dry, dead, tree, with appearance of flow of the
smiling bamboo groves. The tender leaves whispered into my ears, “ That Dear loves you
in meditation, hearing, concentrating or contemplating. He can be found in the firmament
of the your mind”. The bud of mallika’ flower also did not forget, and told me pouring
the melody of love, “ That Dear would come and charm the mind, remove entire enemies and
bondages, by blowing the flute with charm and flow.