According to Osho, union with the Beloved is not gaining something but dissolving into it—like a moth consumed by the flame. As love, silence, prayer, and surrender deepen, yearning accelerates, and the false self is effaced. In that annihilation, impatience ripens into total surrender, and what remains is the Supreme Truth, the Beloved Himself.
It’s like a moth flying into a flame: as you near the Beloved, longing grows until your small self disappears and only the real light remains.