When the beloved dwells ever near, there is no real separation; what remains in the heart is unbroken presence. There is no forgetting, no doubt; whatever comes along that path is welcomed. In that state, one forgets worldly duties and the body itself; the tongue knows no difference between sweet and bland. Whether a message comes or not is of no great matter; I cannot distinguish one thing from another. Says Tuka, the heart has been drawn to its true good; where that resolution leads, going and coming cease.