Hear Me, Ye Mortal Bird

In the Rose Garden of changeless splendor, a Flower of utmost Beauty hath begun to bloom, compared to which every other flower is but a thorn, and before the brightness of Whose glory the very essence of beauty must pale and wither.

I bear witness to your arising, and, in Our Unified Beingness, I join in whole enthusiasm of your heart, with all the eagerness of your being, the full fervor of your will, and the concentrated efforts of your entire being, your striving to attain the paradise of Our Absolute Presence, and your endeavor to inhale the fragrance of the incorruptible Flower, to breathe the sweet savors of holiness, and to obtain a portion of this perfume of celestial glory.

In Our Unified Being, I see you following this counsel and breaking your chains asunder, tasting the abandonment of enchanted-possessive love, attaining unto your true heart’s desire, and surrendering your being into Our Beloved Being. I see your being bursting through your cage; even as the bird of the spirit; winging your flight to Our Holy and Everlasting Nest.”

Bahá’u’lláh

Gleanings from the writings of Bahá’u’lláh (p.321)

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