Hear Me, ye mortal birds! In the Rose-Garden of changeless
splendour a Flower hath begun to bloom, compared to which every other flower is
but a thorn, and before the brightness of Whose glory the very essence of
beauty must pale and wither. Arise, therefore, and, with the whole enthusiasm
of your hearts, with all the eagerness of your souls, the full fervour of your
will, and the concentrated efforts of your entire being, strive to attain the
paradise of His presence, and endeavour to inhale the fragrance of the incorruptible
Flower, to breathe the sweet savours of holiness, and to obtain a portion of
this perfume of celestial glory. Whoso followeth this counsel will break his
chains asunder, will taste the abandonment of enraptured love, will attain unto
his heart’s desire, and will surrender his soul into the hands of his Beloved.
Bursting through his cage, he will, even as the bird of the spirit, wing his
flight to his holy and everlasting nest. - Baha’u’llah (‘Days of Remembrance’)
