This Writing came to my mind after a strange dream I had last night. Thought I would share it:
4. O SON OF JUSTICE!
Whither can a lover go but to the land of his beloved? and what seeker findeth rest away from his heart’s desire? To the true lover reunion is life, and separation is death. His breast is void of patience and his heart hath no peace. A myriad lives he would forsake to hasten to the abode of his beloved.
(Baha’u'llah, The Persian Hidden Words)
This Writing reminds me somewhat of the time I was traveling in Romania. A girl from Holland who was traveling with us had made a song for this Writing that was absolutely beautiful. I still remember that song today.
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