Posted by: samandal | September 8, 2009

The Temple of the Heart

Díyáfat-i-‘Izzat, the Feast of Might

Beats there a heart within that breast of thine?                                                    Then compass reverently its sacred shrine:                                                           For the true spiritual Caaba is the heart,                                                               And no proud pile of perishable art.                                                                   When God ordained the pilgrim rite, that sign                                                       Was meant to lead thy thought to things divine.                                                        A thousand times he treads that round in vain                                                      Who e’en one human heart would idly pain.                                                       Leave wealth behind; bring God thy heart—best light                                               To guide thy wavering steps through life’s dark night.                                            God spurns the riches of a thousand coffers,                                                         And says, “My chosen is he his heart who offers.                                                   Nor gold nor silver seek I, but above                                                                      All gifts, the heart, and buy it with My love;                                                          Yea, one sad, contrite heart, which men despise,                                                 More than My throne and fixed decree I prize.”                                                    Then think not lowly of thy heart, though lowly,                                                      For holy is it, and there dwells the Holy.                                                             God’s presence-chamber is the human breast;                                                       Ah, happy he whose heart holds such a guest!                                            (Translated by Forbes Falconer)

“Say: O people! We shall put to you a question in all truthfulness, taking God for a witness between you and Us. He, verily, is the Defender of the righteous. Appear, then, before His Throne of glory and make reply with justice and fair-mindedness.    Is it God Who is potent to achieve His purpose, or is it ye who enjoy such authority?  Is it He Who is truly unconstrained, as ye imply when ye say that He doeth what He pleaseth and shall not be asked of His doings, or is it ye who wield such power, and who merely make such assertions out of blind imitation, as did your forebears at the appearance of every other Messenger of God?”                                       (Bahá’u’lláh: Chapter of the Temple, paragraph 58)

“Know thou of a certainty that Love is the secret of God’s holy Dispensation … Love is heaven’s kindly light, the Holy Spirit’s eternal breath that vivifieth the human soul … Love is the one means that ensureth true felicity both in this world and the next. Love is the light that guideth in darkness, the living link that uniteth God with man, that assureth the progress of every illumined soul.”                                      (‘Abdu’l-Bahá: Selections from the Writings of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, page 27)

“Upon the tree of effulgent glory I have hung for thee the choicest fruits.” (Bahá’u’lláh: Arabic Hidden Word, number 21)