It happens every few weeks, or months. A reminder of what I left behind. It comes with a sudden warm, coastal wind, or a flower that I saw every day, or a friend’s smiling face. It sometimes sneaks up, like feet sinking in the sand, and sometimes it is like tripping on uneven rock paths.
I am home, over 2 years and I am taken back to a place that is burned into my soul and heart.
Wishing I could dissolve in tears with my face pressed to the carpet, the silence and the smell of roses like a warm embrace…
“O thou cherished Fruit of the heart! Give ear to the melodies of this mystic Bird warbling in the loftiest heights of heaven. The Lord hath, in truth, inspired Me to proclaim: Verily, verily, I am God, He besides Whom there is none other God. He is the Almighty, the All-Wise.
O My servants! Seek ye earnestly this highest reward, as I have indeed created for the Remembrance of God gardens which remain inscrutable to anyone save Myself, and naught therein hath been made lawful unto anyone except those whose lives have been sacrificed in His Path. Hence beseech ye God, the Most Exalted, that He may grant you this meritorious reward, and He is in truth the Most High, the Most Great.”
– the Báb