Writing in Snow

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Fiḍál (Grace), 9 Jalál (Glory) 175 B.E. - Tuesday, April 17, 2018

"O my God, O my Lord, O my Master! I beg Thee to forgive me for seeking any pleasure save Thy love, or any comfort except Thy nearness, or any delight besides Thy good-pleasure, or any existence other than communion with Thee. Thou seest, O my Lord, my dwelling-place in the heart of this mountain and Thou dost witness my forbearance."

The Bab

The Bab was imprisoned in the mountain fortresses of Maku
before being transferred to the fortress of Chehriq.

Yes1

Yes
is a private choice,
between the lover and the beloved,
whose consequences reverberate
through the sacred scriptures,
the pages of history,
and the stanzas of poems.

Yes!
Proclaimed,
in all its power and glory,
when the question is ask:
Am I not your Lord?
Becomes
salvation's bridge.

Yes!
Repeated
generates echoes,
in the space-time continuum,
that reverberates
through matter and energy,
through mind and spirit,
through past and future
to forge a new world view,
to create a new approach to reality
and to merge
the lover with the beloved.

Poet's Note: ▼

Date written 14 Ilm 161 B.E. The original title was "Private Choices". This is a mystic poem inspired by a poem I read by Tahirih.

Footnotes
1  This is posted on my offsite blog A Butterfly Emerges From her Cocoon.