Earth trembles, walls collapse.
Rivers of light pour forth
from places unseen.

Beauty, despair, love and pain
are a single melody.

The heart threatens to collapse
until it sees its true dimensions.

I step into the night
look into the burning stars above
and say, “yes”.

O friend, the heart is the dwelling of eternal mysteries, make it not the home of fleeting fancies; waste not the treasure of thy precious life in employment with this swiftly passing world. Thou comest from the world of holiness—bind not thine heart to the earth; thou art a dweller in the court of nearness—choose not the homeland of the dust.

-Bahá’u’lláh, The Seven Valleys


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