Melting Snow

The Paradox of Distance

Istijlál (Majesty), 7 ‘Izzat (Might) 174 Badi - Thursday, September 14, 2017 CE

"Meditate on what the poet hath written: “Wonder not, if my Best-Beloved be closer to me than mine own self; wonder at this, that I, despite such nearness, should still be so far from Him.”… Considering what God hath revealed, that “We are closer to man than his life-vein,” the poet hath, in allusion to this verse, stated that, though the revelation of my Best-Beloved hath so permeated my being that He is closer to me than my life-vein, yet, notwithstanding my certitude of its reality and my recognition of my station, I am still so far removed from Him. By this he meaneth that his heart, which is the seat of the All-Merciful and the throne wherein abideth the splendor of His revelation, is forgetful of its Creator, hath strayed from His path, hath shut out itself from His glory, and is stained with the defilement of earthly desires."

Bahá’u’lláh, Gleanings from the Writings of Bahá’u’lláh, XCIII: “Know thou that every created thing is a…”

Coursing with the scarlet fluid of life,
beating with rhythmical tides of ebb and flow,
my Best-Beloved is closer to even than this.

Light years of passion,
parsecs of desire,
this is the distance
between me and my Best-Beloved's star.