All forsook duties, husband and children, to find Him who drew them by the sound that was made by His Love.
Separately they came, none observing the other. Over thorns and briars and stones they walked; sharp twigs caught their hair, branches detained them; yet heeded they not these obstacles, but onward they went with hands torn and feet bleeding and garments rent and missing, till they stood at the hill where Sree Krishna played and drew from the flute the music entrancing, at which all the rocks and earth did thrill.
With eyes maddened with love they gazed on Him there! A wondrous vision was He!
The light of the noon-day radiated from Him, and His beautiful eyes with mysterious glances fell on their souls like holy balm!
And at that glance their souls were entranced and deepened and became as if one with Him and drank of the love that from Him poured; and all that in them unlike Him was, became as pure as He.
And that which in them unlike that Love was, from out of their hearts had flown; and made pure and transparent in that glad place, they drank of that love which doth chain all creation to its Creator—Love.
Entirely blessed, they sought no more, nor hoped they more; for each held Perfection in her eyes, and each knew Perfect Love in her heart.
CHAPTER XXIV.
Silent they stood and gazed on the Beauty, the concentrated love of a world in each eye.
A spiritual force that swept from its path all matter was theirs, as they beheld that Centre to which their hearts did gravitate.