Neville Goddard on Song of Solomon 5:1-6 - Mystical Bible Interpretation

Read Song of Solomon 5 in context

Scripture Focus

1I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

2I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.

3I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them?

4My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.

5I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock.

6I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.

Song of Solomon 5:1-6

Biblical Context

The speaker enters a lush garden of shared sweetness with the beloved; a knocking awakens desire to enter, but the beloved withdraws, leaving the soul longing and seeking.

Neville's Inner Vision

Within this vision, the garden is your state of awareness; the beloved is the I AM that you are. The gathering of myrrh, honey, wine, and milk is the saturated richness of imagination when you dwell in the feeling that all is already given. The knock at the door is the awakened I AM calling you to open to the truth that you are one with the beloved--your undefiled state. The dew on the head and the drops of night signal the freshness of the moment, not a deficit. The lines about putting off a coat and washing feet symbolize purification and readiness, not self-judgment. When the beloved reaches the door and your bowels are moved, that is the instinctive response of your imagination to its own invitation. Rise to open, and the handles of the lock are an invitation to touch with intention the door of your being. Yet the beloved withdraws--this is the illusion of separation that fades when you persist in the revision: I am already with the beloved; I am the beloved. The soul’s longing becomes joy when you maintain the state and let the inner lover stay.

Practice This Now

Imaginative act: Sit quietly, declare, 'I am in my garden, and I am my beloved.' Then revise any sense of withdrawal by affirming, 'Open to me now,' until the presence feels truly real.