I have received your very affectionate letter.
You write that my words ring in your ears;
what I want is for their echo to carry you
into that space where everything is silent, empty.
This is the way from words to emptiness.
There one meets oneself.
I am in bliss.
Take my love
I have nothing else to offer, it is my only wealth.
The marvel of it is that the more of it you give the
more it becomes.
Real wealth is like that –
it grows as you give it away; and if it
diminishes – it is not wealth at all.
for not only do you wait for my letters,
I too wait for yours.