Joy in Awakening

This bird, circumscribed
by worried thoughts,
has forgotten
how to fly.

There is always joy
in remembering.

Please, God, give me
a heart to feel
what it means
to wander beyond
these towering walls
we construct so diligently.

I want to know the paradise
that is real
and forget this
cheap mirage.

There is always joy
in awakening.

Pleasant is the realm of being, wert thou to attain thereto; glorious is the domain of eternity, shouldst thou pass beyond the world of mortality; sweet is the holy ecstasy if thou drinkest of the mystic chalice from the hands of the celestial Youth. Shouldst thou attain this station, thou wouldst be freed from destruction and death, from toil and sin.”

~Baha’u’llah, The Persian Hidden Words