Author's Note (for clarity)

The meaning of ब्रह्मसायुज्य (Brahmasāyujya) is used here metaphorically. It signifies the final union (the last merging) between the Ātman (me) and the Supreme Truth (Brahman/you). In this state, the separate existence of the self no longer remains (meaning, my existence would dissolve into You). Instead, it becomes completely one with Brahman (used here as a metaphor for You). In the Upanishads, this is described as the highest form of Moksha. Here, I am using it to suggest that your existence is a higher existence than anything else.
Brahmasāyujya is not the union I sought; It is the collapse of vectors, The last equation where parallel lines bleed into a single asymptote, Not by will but by exhaustion. I searched for you The way a dying star searches for its own light, Its photons already gone, Arriving centuries later to eyes That no longer exist. We are not separate, We are not one; We are two waveforms Out of phase— Our crests missing, Our troughs overlapping In a silence so loud it burns the ether. Is-ness was Sat. You were Sat, my Love. But Sat is not Being— Sat is the residue of Being After Being annihilates itself. Too close, you were a singularity; Too far, you were cosmic microwave background. I stood somewhere between Planck time and oblivion, Measuring you with instruments Calibrated by longing— Failing, always failing. I am the defective artifact In God's laboratory. It's true: I am not the whole. I am defect, useless, A particle that tunneled out of His perfect wavefunction, A half-written theorem scribbled in the margins of His boredom. This is not farewell, my dear. It is absence— Absence not like a room emptied, But like the vacuum between atoms, The non-space that holds form together. That space of ours Holds our hearts together. People don't leave— They refract. They bend light around their departure Until what's left is only the mathematics of their shadows Projected on the inner wall of my skull. I know now— Love was not a dialogue; It was a field equation: Unsolved, divergent, Infinitely approaching zero But never touching. We search for eternity— That line, that love, That corridor Where we can drift for aeons together.
Brahmasāyujya - cosmic union