A unification of consciousness
in which all outward things are forgotten
is the necessary prelude of union
with the Divine.
Ecstasy for the psychologist
is just such a unification
in its most extreme form.
The absorption of the self
in the one idea, the one desire,
is so profound and
the great mystics are
so impassioned,
that everything else
is blotted out.
The tide of life is withdrawn,
not only from the higher centres
which are the seats of perception
and of thought, but also from the lower
centres which govern the physical life.
The whole vitality of the subject is
concentrated on the transcendental world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A philosophical interpretation of a man's pursuit to unite with his creator has nicely been put up in this poem of exquisite mystic beauty. Thank you so much for presenting a rather complicated subject in an easy to understand style. in which all outward things are forgotten