When Hemachuda understood the significance of his wife's parable he was agreeably surprised. His voice choked with joy as he said to her:
- My dear, you are indeed blessed, and clever too; how shall I describe the profound wisdom of your life, narrated to me in the form of a parable.
- Up to now I did not know your progress. It has all been made as clear to me as a gooseberry resting on the palm of my hand.
- Please tell me further, who is this mother of yours? How is she without beginning? Who are we? What is our real nature?
Hemalekha said,
- Lord, listen carefully to what I am going to say, for it is subtle. Investigate the nature of the Self with intellect made transparently clear.
- It is not an object to be perceived, nor described; how shall I then tell you of it? You know the Mother only if you know the Self.
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