From Kamran Karimian in Afghanistan

-

It was a cloudy morning on a Sunday,
I was walking down the road and heard like some one told me,
and you know, GOD PASSES BY!
And when I turned around I saw a sign
which says THE PROMISE DAY IS COME!

In the moment of astonishment
I wasn't quite sure if I had taken the CHOSEN HIGHWAY
to the destination where I belong.
Nevertheless I continued my journey;
the morning air was filled with MIRACLE AND MYSTICISM.
There were corners and turns.
Winding down at the far end was a steep slope.
And when I reached the edge, I saw THE SEVEN VALLEYS
snowed under clouds of HIDDEN WORDS.

I finally arrived at the destination where a new life unfolded.
I then embarked on A JOURNEY WITH UNCLE YANKEE
to search for the hidden pearls.
As NOT MANY SEA HATH PEARLS,
I wasn't disappointed and there was no turning back
for the COVENANT OF BAHA'U'LLAH enjoined upon the followers to have faith.
"As ye have faith so shall your power and blessing be…."

Being new I was visited by many friends and I was showered with lots of encouragement.
I was introduced to read varied Baha'i books;
the DAWN BREAKERS,
THE FIRE ON THE MOUNTAIN TOP,
MYSTIC CONNECTION,
WINE OF ASTONISHMENT,
GOD LOVES LAUGHTER and many more.

In the quest for more information and deepening materials,
I was told that the mission of every follower
is to build the WORLD ORDER OF BAHA'U'LLAH
and to be involved in a passion of delivering the message
to every strata of society.
In the REVELATION OF BAHA'U'LLAH we were told

"Whoso ariseth wholly for the sake of his Lord to teach His Cause,
the Holy Spirit shall strengthen him and inspire him
with that which will illume the heart of the world"…..

In developing the practical skills
and to instil in the followers the joy of teaching, the followers
were encouraged to follow a sequence of seven RUHI BOOKS
in order that they would develop the capability
of sharing the SECRET OF DIVINE CIVILISATION.

The Universal House of Justice in its 1990 Ridvan Message "
…believe that large-scale enrolments will expand,
involving village after village, town after town,
from one country to another.
However, it is not for us to wait passively
for the ultimate fulfilment of Shoghi Effendi's vision.
We few, placing our whole trust in the providence of God
and regarding as a divine privilege the challenges
which face us, must proceed to victory with the plans in hand".

In the city where we find it the most difficult place to deliver the message,
Abdul Baha in PARIS TALK , welcomed Paris with profound interest:

"When I arrived in Paris some time ago for the first time,
I looked around me with much interest,
and in my mind I likened this beautiful city to a large garden.

With loving care and much thought I examined the soil,
and found it to be very good and full of possibility
for steadfast faith and firm belief,
for a seed of God's love has been cast into the ground…..
The seed cast into the ground has begun to spring up,
and day by day you will see it grow.
The bounties of the Kingdom of Baha'u'llah
shall indeed bring forth a wondrous harvest!

By Thy Word and by Thy Pen

We have been chosen to elevate The Word through our pen.
Now allow the inspiration to skim across the pages
weaving strands of kindliness and calming grieving hearts.

For hearts are filled with despair and clouded
by false expectation.
The beauty and purpose of life misted.

By the Word and by the pen we can cheer the
hearts of the despondent and lift the myriad veils
if we allow His love to guide our pen.

Sylvia Miley 19th June 6am




=============================


The Mind of Man

The trumpet sounded a new day has dawned
put down your weapons of wrath and pick
up the banner of peace

The call is heard by the Mind of man
and the bitter taste of gunshot
is hard to swallow

The curious eye looks over the walls
that keep us apart and the sweet scent
of oneness drifts

The walls that divide are tumbling down -
the minds of men in power
are in conflict

with the more powerful Mind of man
who is raising the clarion call to oneness
and banish separation

Sylvia Miley
29th May 2007

=========================

Berlin -The Dawn

on the fall of the Berlin wall



So tell me where are we going?



Many voices hail the dawn.

Bubbling enthusiasm mingles in the frosty air.

Crescendo dwindles.

The clatter of footsteps turn homeward

Some east, some west.

A trembling backward glance, a smile -

At the hole in the wall.



So tell me where are we going?



Lighthearted children awaken dusty memories

As they trample on stones aching

with bloodshed.

Each step a tap of longed for freedom

Echoing down the years.

Back and too they play ...and chip away

At the hole in the wall.



So tell me where are we going?



Weak sunlight casts a watery shadow,

Linking east and west in close embrace.

An old man stands

a tear lingering. "This is the beginning....

.....the beginning".

The joy is masked with sorrow...yet

He steps through the hole in the wall.



So tell me where are we going?



The barriers of peace weakened by

Prayers of millions uttered through

centuries of toil.

Why fight for that land that would be our tomb?

'The earth is one country

And mankind is one'. Come... come and make bigger

That hole in the wall.



Sylvia Miley

A Meditation for the 4th of July

“These human creatures are even as children; they are brash and unconcerned. . .”

(Selections from the Writings of ‘Abdu’l-Baha, p 21-2)


“Hey, look! Right there!” our leaders direct our eyes
Upward.
toward bright fireworks high in our skies:
“Behold! Our greatness speaks up there in flames
The very firmaments declare our names!”
Distracted we don’t notice them on the ground,
Like noisy children, they fight another round:
“By my rules!: “No! Your rules don’t satisfy me!”
“This is my game!” “No, that’s my name you see,
This is mine!” “No, my way!” Their shouts rebound
Off ears attuned to fire-crackling sound.
Neglecting the sussuration of flame enveloping
And world-encircling disaster developing,
As species of flora and fauna everywhere
Inhale their last sustaining breath of air,
As Icecaps melt and rainforests disappear
They heed only the other children they hear,
Continuing the pointless shortsighted fight,
“This is mine!” “It’s not!” “You’re wrong” “I’m right!”
Joan Scott

WHAT TIME?



WAITING


The naked house stands

near dead, waiting;

waiting for life

or nothing.

Curtains hang limp in open

broken windows,

boards hang

for the wind.

Barren the scene, the world:

all is gone.

Even the trees are leafless

and sigh.

The heat sears it all.

A gentle breeze lifts

the curtains and bends

dry grasses, rustling:

"Coming, coming," whispering.

Rain drops down

as life returns in joy.

--------==--------

EMPTY SPACES



Moonlight streams in windows

of missing glass.

One foot crunches small bones

in empty rooms with dirt,

joy and laughter

are all gone

and clouds

obscure the light.

What time

will boards fall?

Whither, whither,

when?

Birds have flown

music away,

butterflies

have died.



This life

is all gone.

I can not cry.

---------===---------

HOW CAN I CALMLY


Betrayal!

Elephants scream

and stomp.

Sliding

out of mind,

out of sight.

Holding tight to pieces

that crumble in ash.

Bobbing in the sea –

alien, aimless and calm.

Colors cascade:

brilliant, blindingly.

Boards fall at midnight

but some say:

DAWN will come.



How can I write

in a time like this?

Patience, patience,

Plan.

Duane L. Herrmann in Kansas.

An email on the "two sides of the coin"

I'm sending you an email, O Lord,
www.my Lord.com
Why the wealthy people have clothes
Eat nice food and say yum….?

I'm sending you an email
Please don't delete it
If reality is bitter or cold
Then, sweeten
and please heat it

This is an email about
The poverty
This beautiful world
On the other side
Is grimy and dirty

This is a new mail message
Why mankind is ignoring
Your Words in this age?

Immense differences on
The 2 sides of the coin
One side joy and bliss
The other side, cities
That war will ruin

In your reply you can
Cut and paste , but tell us
What has made you angry?
What made you cross?

Shall we stop disunity and
Write with the font of love
"The world is but one country
And mankind it's citizens"
The words that we've been
told by the Heavenly Dove?

Shall we add the color and
Print "…regard man as an
Inestimable gems…"?
And distribute it in order
To stop the games

O Lord; You have shown us
The Power Point of
Poverty and hunger
Now can you please help us?
For not having miseries any longer

Shall we download?
The words spoken by You?
Shall we remind the
Mankind, to be alert
And not snoozing too?

I think we shall install
New windows
Opening them to the
Horizon on unity
With the Fragrance of
Jasmine and Rose

We shall forward the idea
Of "humanity as leaves of
One tree…."
And send it in a format of
A rich text for mankind
To get them free

The 2 sides of the coin
Are so pales apart
The recycle bin of
Prejudices, needs to
Be emptied and a
Remote assistance
Is needed for the human's heart

(Shahla Nabilzadeh/ 20.06.2007) Adelaide -AUSTRALIA
+ + + + + + + + + + +

Among them are those who have said: 'Have the verses been sent down?
' Say 'Yea, by Him Who is the Lord of the heavens!' 'Hath the Hour come?' 'Nay, more; it hath passed, by Him Who is the Revealer of clear tokens! Verily, the Inevitable is come, and He, the True One, hath appeared with proof and testimony. The Plain is disclosed, and mankind is sore vexed and fearful. Earthquakes have broken loose, and the tribes have lamented, 118 for fear of God, the Lord of Strength, the All-Compelling.' Say: 'The stunning trumpet-blast hath been loudly raised, and the Day is God's, the One, the Unconstrained.' And they say: 'Hath the Catastrophe come to pass?' Say: 'Yea, by the Lord of Lords!' 'Is the Resurrection come?' 'Nay, more; He Who is the Self-Subsisting hath appeared with the Kingdom of His signs.' 'Seest thou men laid low?' 'Yea, by my Lord, the Most High, the Most Glorious!' 'Have the tree-stumps been uprooted?' 'Yea, more; the mountains have been scattered in dust; by Him the Lord of attributes!' They say: 'Where is Paradise, and where is Hell?' Say: 'The one is reunion with Me; the other thine own self, O thou who dost associate a partner with God and doubtest.' They say: 'We see not the Balance.' Say: 'Surely, by my Lord, the God of Mercy! None can see it except such as are endued with insight.' They say: 'Have the stars fallen?' Say: 'Yea, when He Who is the Self-Subsisting dwelt in the Land of Mystery.[1] Take heed, ye who are endued with discernment!' All the signs appeared when We drew forth the Hand of Power from the bosom of majesty and might. Verily, the Crier hath cried out, when the promised time came, and they that have recognized the splendours of Sinai have swooned away in the wilderness of hesitation, before the awful majesty of thy Lord, the Lord of creation. The trumpet asketh: 'Hath the Bugle been sounded?' Say: 'Yea, by the King of Revelation! when He mounted the throne of His Name, the All-Merciful.' Darkness hath been chased away by the dawning light of the mercy of thy Lord, the Source of all light. The breeze of the All-Merciful hath wafted, and the souls have been quickened in the tombs of their bodies. Thus hath the decree been fulfilled by God, the Mighty, the Beneficent. 119 They who reject the truth have said: 'When were the heavens cleft asunder?' Say: 'While ye lay in the graves of waywardness and error.' Among the faithless is he who rubbeth his eyes, and looketh to the right and to the left. Say: 'Blinded art thou. No refuge hast thou to flee to.' And among them is he who saith: 'Have men been gathered together?' Say: 'Yea, by My Lord! whilst thou didst lie in the cradle of idle fancies.' And among them is he who saith: 'Hath the Book been sent down through the power of the true Faith?' Say: 'The true Faith itself is astounded. Fear ye, O ye men of understanding heart!' And among them is he who saith: 'Have I been assembled with others, blind?' Say: 'Yea, by Him that rideth upon the clouds!' Paradise is decked with mystic roses, and hell hath been made to blaze with the fire of the impious. Say: 'The light hath shone forth from the horizon of Revelation, and the whole earth hath been illumined at the coming of Him Who is the Lord of the Day of the Covenant!' The doubters have perished, whilst he that turned, guided by the light of assurance, unto the Dayspring of Certitude hath prospered. Blessed art thou, who hast fixed thy gaze upon Me, for this Tablet which hath been sent down for thee -- a Tablet which causeth the souls of men to soar. Commit it to memory, and recite it. By My life! It is a door to the mercy of thy Lord. Well is it with him that reciteth it at eventide and at dawn. We, verily, heard thy praise of this Cause, through which the mountain of knowledge was crushed, and men's feet have slipped. My glory be upon thee and upon whomsoever hath turned unto the Almighty, the All-Bounteous. The Tablet is ended, but the theme is unexhausted. Be patient, for thy Lord is patient.(Baha'u'llah, Tablets of Baha'u'llah, p. 117)
NOTE --
It is actually a portion of a larger Tablet entitled Ishraqat which was addressed to Jalil Khu'i.

"Praise be unto Thee, O my God.
Thou has guided me to the horizon of Thy Name and made me known through Thy Name.
I beg of Thee, by the radiant lights of Thy gifts and by the waves of Thy beneficence, to endow my pen with inspiration from the traces of Thy supreme pen that it may attract the realities of all things.
Verily, Thou art the one, who is powerful in all that He wills by His Word, the Mighty the Wonderful."

- Baha'u'llah - Revealed for Mirza 'Abdu'l-Fadl

<_()_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_()_>

As this was being beamed across the ocean I was awakend with this:

By Thy Word and by Thy Pen

We have been chosen to elevate The Word through our pen.
Now allow the inspiration to skim across the pages
weaving strands of kindliness and calming grieving hearts.

For hearts are filled with despair and clouded
by false expectation.
The beauty and purpose of life misted.

By the Word and by the pen we can cheer the
hearts of the despondent and lift the myriad veils
if we allow His love to guide our pen.

Sylvia Miley UK 19th June 6am

O Belover of my heart.


It is Midnight!
Thirsty for Thy intoxicating Wine
Raining down from the skies of Baha!
I drink long, until full, from the vast ocean.
Drunk and insane .
I let myself be carried by its long gentle swells.

It is Midnight!
O Bahá'u'lláh. O my Beloved.
O Crimson Light which bathes all thing!
It is Midnight . O my Beloved!
My tears abound with Thy remembrance.


O Love. for which I cry and consumed.
With a heart broken into useless pieces
Seeking the breeze of Your Divine Balms.

It is Midnight!
My hands raised towards the skies
Of your Tender Generosity and fullness of Grace .
O Bahá'u'lláh . O my Lover . O my Beloved!
O Thou, the goal of my life!
How will I be able to hide my Love?

How will I be able to hide this Devoring Fire?
I am rough-hewn, ablaze,
My entire being ignited by Your extreme Love!
My heart is in ashes, like a rain of dust .
As the fireflies in the light .
I scatter around Your Inextinguishable Flame.
Feverish and insane , a simple being.

I launch out impetuous on my way to Your Light.
Nothing will delay me!
All suffering . all this body's pains.
Bring me nearer to Thee.
That I would be deprived of all ease,
Let it be according to Your Decree!

Yes, I will continue my search for Thy Good Pleasure!
Though it be the cause to end my life.
Nothing will delay me.
O my Love, my Beloved!
O Bahá'u'lláh take my hand!
My Love, my Most Beloved.
It is Midnight!
--Josian Dholah 2005








___________________======____________________








Il est Minuit


Languissante, mon âme Te cherche O Mon Dieu!
O Bien-Aimée de mon Coeur!
Il est minuit!!

Assoiffer, je recherche ce Vin enivrant du ciel de Bahá !
Je bois à long trait tout mon contentement de ce Grand Océan,
Intoxiqué et fou, je me laisse emporter par de longues houles,
Il est Minuit !!

O Bahá‘u’lláh, O mon Bien-Aimée !!
O Lumière pourpre qui baigne toutes choses !!

Il est Minuit !! O mon Bien-Aimée !!
Mes larmes abondent à Ton Seul Souvenir,
O Amour, pour qui je pleure et me consume,
Et mon âme brisée en lambeau cherche la brise de Ton Baume Divin !

Il est Minuit !!
Mes mains se lèvent vers le ciel de Ta Tendre Générosité et plein de Grâce,
O Bahá‘u’lláh, O Aimée, mon Bien-Aimée !!
O Toi le But de ma vie !!

Comment pourrai-je cacher mon amour ?
Mais comment pourrai-je cacher ce feu brûlant ?

Je suis sur le Bûcher Ardent,
Et tout mon être est enflammé de ton amour brûlant !

Mon âme est en cendres, comme une pluie de poussière,
Telle les lucioles dans la lumière, je m’éparpille autour de Ton Inextinguible Feu,
Fiévreux et abrutie, fou, je me lance fougueux sur le chemin de Ta Lumière,
Rien ne m’attardera !

Tu as voulu que je souffre, que mes os soient douloureux,
Que j’en sois dépourvu de tout,
Qu’il en soit selon Ton Désir !
Oui, je continuerais ma quête de Ton Bon Plaisir !

Laisserai-je ma vie ?
Rien ne m’attardera mon Aimée, mon Bien-Aimée !!
O Bahá‘u’lláh, prend-moi la main !
Mon Aimée, mon Bien-Aimée !!

~ Josian Dholah, 8 Mai 2005 ~

This prayer, or ode to the Shrine of the Bab written by Shoghi Effendi, is a part of his Naw-Ruz 1955Message to the Baha'is of Persia.

The translation wasprepared by the Universal House of Justice, and excerpts from it are included in Hand of the CauseKhadem's article, "The Mountain of God and the Tablet of Carmel" published in U.S. Baha'i News in August, 1975.

The article is included as an appendix to JavidukhtKhadem's "Zikrullah Khadem, The Itinerant Hand of theCause of God," (Wilmette: Baha'i Publishing Trust, 1990)pp. 282-286.

This magnificent Edifice [the Shrine of the Bab]
stands facing Baha'u'llah's Most Great Prison,
extolled by the Pen of Glory as the "Heaven of heavens,"
and looks toward the Qiblih of the people of Baha,
that Spot within the Vale of Security and Peace,
the Plain of `Akka, round which circle in adoration the Concourse on high.
To her right are the hills of Galilee
in which nestles the childhood home of the beautiful Christ,
and the locality by the banks of the Jordan River
where He who is theSpirit [Jesus] was called to prophethood;
and on her left, on the crest of Carmel,
are to be found the Cave of Elijah
and the exalted Spot which was blessed
by the footsteps of the Most Holy Abha Beauty
and was ennobled through the revelation of the Tablet of Carmel
from the treasury of the Pen of Glory....
High, immeasurably high is this Shrine,
the lofty, the most great, the most wondrous.
Exalted, immeasurably exalted is this Resting-place,
the fragrant, the pure, the luminous, the transcendent.
Glorified, immeasurably glorified is this Spot,
the most august, the most holy, the most blessed, the most sublime....
Upon thee, O Queen of Carmel, be the purest, the most tender salutations,
the fairest, the most gracious blessings!
Glorified is He Whose footsteps have ennobled the spot whereon thou standest,
Who ordained thy Seat, and Who extolled thee in His Tablet and Book.
How great is the potency of thy might,
a might which has bewildered the souls of the favored ones of God and HisMessengers. Methinks I behold thee in my dreams established upon thy glorious throne,
attired in thy white raiment, crowned with thy golden crown,
resplendent with thelights shining within thee and around thee,
calling aloud inringing tones and raising thy voice between earth andheaven.
Methinks I perceive the souls of the holy ones and of the dwellers of the realms above hastening towardthee with utmost joy, eagerness and ecstasy,
pointing to thee, circling round thee, inhaling the perfume of thyflowers and roses,
seeking blessing from the earth of thy precincts,
bowing their foreheads to the ground before thee in recognition of the majesty and glory which surround the Holy Dust reposing within thee,
the Pearlwhich is enshrined in thy bosom.
Blessed, immeasurably blessed is the person who visits thee and circles around thee,
who serves at thythreshold, waters thy flowers, inhales the fragrance of holiness from thy roses, celebrates thy praise and glorifies thy station for the love of God, thy Creator, in this hallowed and radiant, this great, august andwondrous age.

The Hour Glass of Life

The sands of time flowing gently by, within
each grain a steady wealth of experience.
Some shimmering with joy, some
suffering with agony,
but each a balance a
perfect equi-poise.
Side by side they
fall together
through the
narrow
passage
of time.

There is only
flow and constant
movement onwards.
We cannot halt the ever
moving sands of time. Only
trust the reflective shadows of
dark and light will touch the hearts and
souls of those who watch the sands of time.

And when you turn the sands of time and see the fading splendour,
each tiny grain creations wonder. The pulse of life.
The dust of new birth. For herein lies one
secret of the universe. There is no
nothingness - no empty space.
From dust does all
creation form.
To dust it
once again
returns.

And as it moves
with resistless strength
gathering energy and force of a
life well spent. This drifting gentle
moving form of dust, casts upon its shores
those pearls of wisdom - glittering jewels - a galaxy
of breathless wonder shimmering with eagerness to share
with those who stand and watch the sands of time. The certainty
and knowledge that there is no
nothingness.

Aye, you shall be together even in the silent

memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness.

And let the winds of the heavens


dance between you.”


Kahlil Gibran

Pursue a course of excellence and

when you listen – listen with patience.

For you can listen with the ear, but when

you listen with your heart

you hear the truth.




May the years ahead be rich with love,

and may every encounter be a

dress rehearsal towards perfection.


Sylvia miley

Soul Talk
Towards Perfection


When you look into each other’s eyes
look into the soul.
Pierce the veils of hesitation
with the sword of sincerity.

Drink from the chalice of love
the rich wine of affection.
May each drop enrich
your togetherness.

Draw from the reservoir
of contentment
those graces to endow
each of you with steadfastness.

Pursue a course of excellence and
when you listen – listen with patience.
For you can listen with the ear, but when
you listen with your heart
you hear the truth.

May the years ahead be rich with love,
and may every encounter be a
dress rehearsal towards perfection.

By Sylvia Miley


24th July 2004

O Purest Branch!
O Thou who hast been created from the Light of Bahá,
From birth Thou hast known
The agony of separation with your loved ones;
Pain and suffering was your companion,
Causing all things to groan
And every pillar to tremble.

O Purest Branch!
......Exile....Imprisonment was your destiny.
Wronged of the world!
Thou were lain, blood-stained,
In that most great prison;
Face to face with your Creator,
Begging your Lord, The Lord of Hosts,
That your life be a ransom
To the lovers of Bahá.
Like The Son of God, Jesus The Christ.

O PUREST BRANCH!
And when The Glory of God,
The Heavenly Father,
Did accept your request
And made Abraham's sacrifice renewed,
All the dwellers of the Abhá tabernacle wept
And all the Concourse on High did lament.

O Mírzá Mihdí!
Great is thy blessedness,
for thou hast been faithful to the Covenant of God!
Great is thy martydom in the path of your Lord,
alike Imam Husayn.
Great, indeed, for the Supreme Manifestation of God
IS YOUR HEAVENLY FATHER.

O Mírzá Mihdí,
The Purest Branch!
So pure was your soul
That the earth trembled to welcome you.

O Purest Branch!
From you, all the dwellers of this world
Will be united.
Praise be upon you, O sacrifice of the worlds.

~Josian Dholah
January 30, 2005

BAHA'U'LLAH, I Love The Blues of You
Can I express what I am feeling tonight?
Whenever I intone Your holy verses, O Lord,
It's as if I enter a world of wonder;
I am softly nestled in the Arms of the Universe.

Contentment
Mixed sadness, somber
Words fail to enrobe this feeling
Tears come abunduntly
Hide myself for no eyes to see
A sweet, tender moment.
Baha'u'llah, I love the Blues of You.



I know there is death and injustice out there,
suffering and loss.
But, you see, I am pleased and content with my plea.
I have troubles of my own,

little money and many many more.

Why am I lifted to this plane

With only my intonation

And communion with You, Lord,

Forgetful of the world around me?
Baha'u'llah, I Love the Blues of You!

It is in seeing the end in the beginning,
The knowing of a coming dawn,

That will break the errors of men
And replace them with joy.



The world is dark, filled with war and hatred,
anger, aggression and despair.
Yet the light of an Assured Future is there,
Plain to see for the open eye.
I've got the blues, O my Lord!

You wish me only joy and happiness
And let no harm beset me in times of tests.
These promises of Yours I know,
Many, many a time appeared true
And in my heart revealed.

But, for now, I'm trapped within my humanness.
Baha'u'llah, I've got the Blues of You!



See these broken wings, O Royal Falcon!

Refresh my drooping soul
So that I may wing my flight high.
Alas, I am deep in the abyss of humanness.
Baha'u'llah, I've got the Blues of You!

Hold Thou my right arm, O Lord,
And dwell continually with me.
As I lift my feet in Thy path

My soul is refreshed
And a new spirit reborn.
As Your name is mentioned
I AM FREE!

O BAHA'U'LLAH, I love these Blues of You!

I pray, forget not this insane lover, O My Lord
Josian Dholah
DECEMBER 2005

Soar

As the Ancient Beauty bestows upon us Life,
So shall the Nightingale of Paradise call us Home again.

As the Soul of ours becomes free from all earthly limitations and bonds,
So shall the bird soar in the boundless imperishable dominion of the Divine.

As the Concourse on High Welcomes us to His Presence,
So shall the Blessed Beauty warmly embrace us with His grace.

As the mystical melodious intones of
Sincere prayers perfume all the heavens and the earth,
So shall they immerse the fish in the Glorious Ocean of forgiveness.

As the Celestial Youth strings the pearls of our virtues
And generously presents the robe of His compassion and mercy,
So shall we twirl and twist with woe and reverence, With joy and deferrence
Toward the heavenly perfect abode of ours.

As the King of Kings justifiably inks His Judgement Pen
To assess justly our good and bad,
So shall the billowing Crimson Sea intercede,
Making ink of the essence of the martyrs hearts
To cleanse and purge from all colours except white.

As we look back on our past in the physical plane,
So shall we remind our loved ones, departed and still alive,
As we intend to surpass the whole Universe
To call on our family members, friends and comrades.

This occurs within the swiftness of light;
No boundaries and no veils exists,
All mysteries are far deeper than it was.
This Kingdom embodies only
Stages of human progression and heavenly light.
Darkness is Non-Existence and Mortal;
It has no effect there at all.

Harmony with God's will, Peace with our fellows
Builds communion forever with our spiritual beloved ones.

As we approach our self-knowledge and our self-recognition,
So shall we raise our spiritual hands up for supplication and beseech
Towards the Almighty Threshold of the Lord of Hosts,
So shall we also pray for the prevailing of ease and comfort,
For the building up of bonds of love and unity in the world:

"O God, and the God of all Names
Magnified be Thy Name, O Lord my God!
By the life of Thy chosen ones,
Those whose lofty souls circle Thou round!
Have mercy upon Thy humankind
Bestow upon them a heart which,
Like unto glass, may be illumined with the light of Thy love!
Help them, O Thou Kind Lord,
To mirror forth the Kingdom of God on the globe.
In the heavenly assemblage of ours
We give ears unto a mystical tune,
Ascending and reflecting from the contingent sphere
In submission, meditation and contemplation.
Deal with him, O Thou Who forgivest
The sins of men and concealest their faults
As beseemeth the heaven of Thy bounty
And the Ocean of Thy grace.
Accept from him that which they
Have achieved in Thy days.
O Thou who are the Lord of all men!
Grant them, O my God, that Thy servants
May consort with Thy saints and Thy Messengers
In the heavenly places that the pen cannot tell nor the tongue can recount!"

...because,
As the Ancient Beauty bestows upon us Life,
So shall the Nightingale of Paradise call us Home again.

© ~ Rouhieh
July, 2006

And these things shall come to pass ….
His love drove sleep from the eyes of His loved ones.

I can hear from the whisper in the wind there is a new birth.
I can hear from the whisper in the wind there is a new dawn.
I can hear from the whisper in the wind the sound of Thy glorification and praise.

It is Spring! The temperature is raised.
There is activity and fervour.
And so it shall be! Renewal! - as the dark earth
brings forth all her splendour.

.........and so as this Cause unfolds, like the spring
bursting forth, the delicate buds bathe in His Glory
and the Spirit is infused with a new strength.

........and as the sun rises giving warmth new generations are born to carry forward the cycle of life.

There is new strength,
new activity, new focus,
and the old repose
in the shelter of the Tree of Life
with new certainty.

Sylvia Miley March 2006

===------===

The Divine Springtime

The divine springtime has come
arrayed in all her splendour
and we raise our eyes
in thankfulness
to praise our
one
Creator.


Happy Naw Ruz

“Where there is love
nothing is too much
trouble and there is
always time.”

Abdu’l -Báhá
========----------==========



Thinking of you


The voice that sings
the praise of God
is one voice.
The heart that loves
to praise our Lord
is one heart.
The eye that sees
the love of God in
all creation sees
that one heart
one soul
one mind one voice
have one cry to
unite the hearts
of all the people
the vision
there is only
one religion
of God.
To worship Him.

Sylvia Miley

------=====------