Saturday, December 13, 2003
i am truth. you are truth.
there is truth in xylum and phylum, root systems and rudimentary hearts.
there is truth in misused words.
in chapped lips.
in packer games.
i know there is truth all around me, but when something is everywhere it seems to be nowhere.
In this journey the seeker reacheth a stage wherein he seeth all created things wandering distracted in search of the Friend. How many a Jacob will he see, hunting after his Joseph; he will behold many a lover, hasting to seek the Beloved, he will witness a world of desiring ones searching after the One Desired. At every moment he findeth a weighty matter, in every hour he becometh aware of a mystery; for he hath taken his heart away from both worlds, and set out for the Ka'bih  of the Beloved. At every step, aid from the Invisible Realm will attend him and the heat of his search will grow.
On this journey the traveler abideth in every land and dwelleth in every region. In every face, he seeketh the beauty of the Friend; in every country he looketh for the Beloved. He joineth every company, and seeketh fellowship with every soul, that haply in some mind he may uncover the secret of the Friend, or in some face he may behold the beauty of the Loved One.
(Baha'u'llah, The Seven Valleys, p. 4, 6)
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