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He sat in a cold mountain fortress He sat in a cold mountain fortress Abandoned by the world The Lamb that we all awaited Still He instructed us Not to treat Him whom God shall make manifest The same nor cause Him any harm. He saw by a single flickering light And had but a single companion Still He instructed as God wished. Throughout Iran and Iraq went His tablets. Letters to letters, Words to words. He could not be entrapped by those Who turned away, fearing what He could do. A Gate in a Wall in a garden The only way for all to enter paradise. Where is paradise and where is hell? Cold sat on His bones, but hot was His soul frame He was ready for Questions. But they had nothing to ask. 1270 years they had waited but now they could only feel That they had imprisoned the Qa'im in a mountain Not knowing why they felt so on fire with hate. (about the Bab in Maku) An Ode to the Winds of Joy Many years, generations you struggled. With your own selves knowing the truth Knowing the right and finally getting it right You then raised the call, time now so limited Much is now dependent on His mercy How He moved that angel in, to save the day Your companion lifted by joy, you followed Finally moved by gladness Door to door you went Tight was the world threatening to squeeze you out Hosts were calling you and you laughed Crying as you presented the Message They stood before you dumb, but expectant Inviting you in, for dreams had pointed the way The Message, Ruhi now able to make up for your lack of coherence You laughed through tears as, at last, old friends were waking to the history of God. When the time comes you are lifted up Kindly greeted into the other room Where the purified congregate To welcome you, to hear your song They explode in glorious smiles Their energy blessing you, encouraging Those positive traits that you brought with. He told you in a quiet moment, "There will be much for you to do here But for now just rest, now just rest. The Tender Land This is where we wish to be in our inner hearts. That place of quiet and beauty. This place of our being accepted and loved. Where all is for the building of trust and healing. That tender land, nothing leads to disturbance and harm. It is our true mother and our caring father. It treasures our tears of joy and washes us in a lake of crystal water. Would you be surprised if I say that already it is here within our time? The Servant is King Do you think it strange That a Warner should come A man much like you With a message from God He will advise you To keep far from Sin and turn to his advice Be worthy of His Mercy I seek for no reward Said Noah of the rainbow When he set his sails Weighing anchor on a vast sea We swept the dead away Like autumn's withered leaves Drownded and forgotten Upon the plains below Pure Spirit For a pure voice we have no ears to spare. For those who profess truth and ramble In the sciences of excess we invest real-time. For those who raise the hair off our heads We step back with fear. They try as they might, the prophets To only give us a drop but that is too much for the thirsty, we dissolve, then crawl away. Seeking out the academic to firm up our outsides 'Reassure us please that the world is arright!' Surely we have not spent our days in vain? Vanes flap in the wind showing direction where the air of the spirit flows. We see not, 'our strange uncle was nothing but a kook! That prophet was but a wave in the sea of 1911.' He spoke of Peace travelling about the states. He spoke of Muhammad and the people were impressed. He spoke of Jesus and the leaders were ashamed that they could not have understood as well as this prisoner from the east now free. Abdu'l-Baha Abbas That Waiting Spot Is like a slice out of heaven Green and shady, cool and sheltered White house, large front porch Awaiting the souls of Baha Providing a place calming There for meditating and prayer Making plans for the future Young girls and old parrots come to visit Ghosts, curious and needy. It is a direction to the lost A comfort to me knowing that it stands Strong, in a quiet clearing Looking out on a leg of the sea. Springing from the Heart What is my faith? It is a springing, a gushing, of joy from my heart A welling of tears from my eyes It is the inspiration of a slowly developing understanding It is remembering to read the Word It is the deliberate teaching of the Word It is the love which grows as each day unfolds Watching the signs of God, so clear, as the old world rolls up Rivers of Life The Words of Jesus form A strong waterbrook riotous Flowing into a mighty river A guiding Koran most sure Swiftly driving to the sea between Imams Strong rocky pillars, then spreading On reaching the estuary of The Bab's message swirling Dashing to enter the Vast Ocean Of Baha'u'llah's Splendorous Message. Hujjat In Zanjan your love leads them to Paradise fields Back to the sacred Words of God, to the spirit of the Qur'an Your blood was spilt out upon the ground As you prayed devotedly, loyal to the covenant A thousand lives you wished to sacrifice A thousand of those loyal shed their bodies for The Mihdi, Mirza Ali Muhammad fulfilling Not as man wanted it, but as God has willed. The sun is as a shadow of that supreme globe Our day is as night when seen from that hereafter The people are as death walking, when they turned away Their world is but kindling for the fires of their infernal desires. Hujjat, your blood flowed free as if it was nothing If only you had a thousand lives? But these modern leaders with fragments they seek to mislead, They cling to earthly power, mis-interpreting They deny your sacrifice as a trifle. They move away because you demand too much. No bones have these present idols, rulers of the dust Your stark sacrifice of the devoted Means nothing to them, these cowards of the night. A fragment sentence they use to dismiss your worth When your act is the very proof that must not be revealed Throngs are mislead, the losers of the kingdom Hujjat, you will receive their children back Back into the religion of the Mihdi Even as the prophecies say. Hujjat, you gave wife and children, your friends You gave them as offering to the Qa'im You are a Babi, enemy of the Persian Empire And you are a great friend of the Apostle Muhammad, you carry his name, Muhammad Ali Five thousand citizens follow you Into the fortified region of that city Men, women and children loyal to the Word Their blood painting the walls of that quarter of Zanjan Attacked by an unfaithful, a treacherous generation. Zanjan, the ruined city that slaughtered their best Zaynab hero of the hour, youth riding forth Taking the masculine name of Rustam-'Ali Three months you lead the charge in their defence Young girl striking fear into their ill hearts All Persia is humiliation for their debauchery Their destiny torn to shreds Two hundred couples pure and strong, joined for a moment Separated to defend, to die, now joined again The cream rises to the top and is skimmed off And the milk is spoiled, poisoning the ground. Strange Mother What are we to think Of a woman who abandons her pure child Left in the desert, he is enslaved and imprisoned Carried away far to the West But this mother denies her own flesh 'It is a child of some evil Russian mother!' Will she carry on so even to her death bed? But the child prospers and grows strong In a foreign land it becomes a father For the innocent, the poor and the desolate He inspires generations to turn to God With a new message of love But she says he is a bloody British spy He is a bastard of a foreign enemy. He is a monster that I threw to the wolves She says such lies and believes them But I think she is looking in a mirror Seeing her own crimes Blaming them on this spotless youth. She cries he is a Zionist conspirator Such great pain has this young one bore Only for the uplifting of all peoples He even speaks well of his mother And predicts a sweet reunion in time Will the mother finally give up the pretence? The old order is lamentably defective. She says he works with the CIA to cause her downfall But he only wants to see his mother happy The woman sits mornfully upon shifting sands Grasping dried desiccated bones of an older adoptive son Spirit has long left this spot. Grow well fresh youth for you are the hope of us all. The Radiant House House of love and patience House of learning and truth Honesty, do not let delusion triumph Harmony is created by the effort Shine brightly, rain nutrients Replace hate with love Recognize the wall coming down Open up the house to Renovate, rebuild, on the firm foundation. Sing joyfully and be happy For what other time, why wait? For it will get worse But we teach and learn the methods Tomorrow we welcome in. Looking out the windows The neighbourhood crumbling As it will. Us growing stronger Prosperity carried in our hearts Our inner court flourishing We are one And you are the one I am joined to From that firm foundation We build, always striving upward Confident in your nearness that we progress Supporting and holding hands We shall decorate that house together Express all our joys there A focal point Not mistaking it for anything else But the truth! So near! Weaving meaning into time Shining moments, power and purpose supreme Following guidance, then to guide Up to the Beauty sublime life-form a new race of men both humble and proud crawling out from under injustice, shaking off dust standing straight linked troops in serried ranks loving and ready to sacrifice undetered by body blows personal failings loving and teaching love this new race in this new age under God Chastity Chastity in no way implies withdrawal from human relationships. It liberates people from the tyranny of the ubiquity of sex. A person who is in control of his sexual impulses is enabled to have profound and enduring friendships with many people, both men and women, without ever sullying that unique and priceless bond that should unite man and wife. (From a letter dated 8 May 1979 written on behalf of the Universal House of Justice to an individual believer) Hosts About Us. They are guiding They reveal signs When we are asking for guidance And I ask for guidance This is when they can help And they leave us alone When we do not ask When we do not invite them Please attend us We are error prone Hosts, guardians from other realms They will teach us Each step of the way We must invite teaching That is when they can help We call on God and He sends his hosts Baha Boogaloo Kundalini energy rising up Through an administrative spine Into an institution sublime Raining a new message Surprising awakening with Joy Relaxed by laughter inSight opened in time God has chosen And it is now Chakras awakened A world squirming and rebelling This can not be? It is and will prevail The dance has begun Lessons learned Through six thousand years Boogaloo among the wallflowers Richly coloured roses Moving sharply across the floor Their fragrance swirling and rising Their beauty startling The writing clear in This new day. (from the Mystic Muffin by Arthur Wendover) Proof to the Aspirant that the Road is Indeed Real I aspired to find I found that which had been whispered in my ear from my younger days Assured I was and am now responding. The message is it's own proof about a messenger, messengers Progressive revelation and the new city on the shore of the ocean of God's will. Salsa Lessons We will Fred and Ginger across the floor Spirits rising in, falling in, gliding in Unison, but first we practice Lessons. Rules to follow Pre-conceptions to overcome Prejudices to avoid This will not be as We imagined, much better Than we can concieve Choose the field Prepare the tools Count the inventory Guard your health Move foreward, move back In the Salsa of joy Baha is awaiting The contest to begin Give the message Then love them until They respond or reject The mighty dancers have entered The field of wallflowers The hesitant, the unknowers of the caves. Storms will blow and rip Attempting to sweep us off our feet We dance on with fragrance The music sweet, the rhythm progressive Closer we approach the sounds Becoming the mystic song Forgetting that we are two Glory is in the effort Results are in God's hands Loving the nearness Forgetting who we are But that person who loves the other. That is enough in the dance The Quality of Heaven Could it be that we Live in Heaven and That it is for us to loose Here among the crowds Of unaware we love and learn The citizens are linked Supporting and praying for each other and the salvation of all. That is what I feel When we are doing services For mankind we live in paradise Confluence I think of it. A time of confluence But where is that thought coming from? A running together of streams Souls, lifes, cycles coming to completion The beginning, starting of new programs An atmosphere of joy and resolution For some new tests, new stirrings It is coming There, changes in our lives Persons, friends separate, amiably New pairings, new projects, new goals It is happening Education a way of life Tests a way of life but we have To dive into the swirling waters Arts and crafts about to bloom In a new garden We are learning to build Throw truth at falsehood Until at last falseness is overcome Upon a small planet Vileness will rally and rage Then fall into dust from exhaustion Wonder, we wonder what it was? God's power again seen to rule Giants fall in ruin Clouds clear to reveal the bright sun Small communities grow Complexity of excellence Those that wanted greatness now in the dark Subtle Powers There are shadows across the truth Powers lie in wait for those who choose to seek Disipline and much of a heartfelt attitude Will open them out and hide them too From prying eyes they claim you lie But I only hint at the value of love That desires a higher source and a greater mission Worldly objects lure you onward to greater darkness Designed as light and glitter it does not deliver Caught in the flashing lights you bypass the master works Perplexed you wonder what nonsence this is He cannot know anything for I would have seen Was my thirty years but a smoke screen Perplexed I wonder what nonsence this is Faith The intention of God is His creation. The intention of man is his motivation. If a man wishes to be close to God To understand about His creation Then he will be carried toward God Throughout all His Worlds. Faith is not loyalty to a faith but understanding through meditation and prayer Loyalty is not faith until you see truth. One truth leads to another This requires giving up fear and following the path to its end. Some Songs That Spirit and that Life Is this your Faith that I told you That I saw you under a fig-tree? You shall see much greater than this You shall arrive in heaven open to see The honest man comes to the light Try understanding what I say Put your trust in the God who sent me And a firm hold on life's eternity You never heard His voice calling You never saw His form, His face The Father gave me the word flowing Believe that Word points to me, Believe in the One who sent me That is what God requires The true spirit alone gives life I am that spirit and that life The honest man comes to the light Try understanding what I say Put trust in the God who sent me And a firm hold on life's eternity (roughly from Gospel of John) Abraham This Word is a glorious revelation We revealed it to you with love Dragging you from dark to illumination By permit from your Lord Block not man from heaven's sway Debar men not on God's path Or you will surely go astray Doom will surely come your way We send you a pure messenger Speaking your language straight and plain A day arriving in times to come When the earth shall change again Abraham warned you of a new day When a judge shall come to your hearts You will come forth to be confronted The loyal ones to receive a new earth This is a glorious revelation We revealed it to you with love Dragging you from dark to illumination By permit from your Lord (roughly from the Koran) Abraham (2) Block not man from the hereafter Debar men not on God's path Or you have surely gone astray Doom will really come your way This Word is a glorious revelation We have revealed it unto you Dragging mankind into illumination By permission from your Lord You may make passion your idol Worship corruption and decay Can't you hear the Messenger He's calling you away! We send a pure messenger to them Speaking their language plain A day will arrive in times to come When the earth shall change again Abraham warned mankind of a new day When doom shall come to their hearts They will come forward to be confounded Loyal men receiving a new earth You may make passion your idol Worship corruption and decay Can't you hear the Messenger He's calling you away! Block not man from the hereafter Debar men not on God's path Or you have surely gone astray Doom will really come your way This is a glorious revelation We have revealed it unto you Drawing mankind into illumination By permission from your Lord You may make passion your idol Worship corruption and decay Can't you hear the Messenger He's calling you away! (from the Koran, Sura 11) A greater day whoso follows My counsel, he won't go astray nor come to grief come to grief. But he who turns away from guidance from my remembrance, his will be a narrow life, a narrow life, And I shall bring him blind to the assembly on the Resurrection Day Resurrection Day. When comes to them a new indication direct from their Lord they listen while they play, while they play. We destroyed many before them and raised up some after them again another people another people! We hurl the truth against the false Muhammad We inspired And the false did crumble False did crumble Praising My name though you deny His men giving caution After Christ We inspired We inspired. (from the Koran chap 20-21) Muhammad I am nothing new amoung the messengers nor do I know what will be done with me and you judged that the messenger and the believers would never return He will gather assured men He will gather assured women Into Gardens residing Under trees in fields which waterbrooks flow I follow only what has been disclosed to me my primary duty is to clearly warn you You will discover in the law of God The power to change defeat in victory. He will gather assured men He will gather assured women Into Gardens residing Under tree in fields which waterbrooks flow This Koran is truly from Him but you reject it I follow my inspiration I will clearly warn you I am a witness and a bearer of good tidings That you may glorify Him at early dawn Will the Children of Israel follow and believe You remain too proud, God guides not the blind He sent His messenger with the guidance and the religion of truth to prevail over all He will gather assured men He will gather assured women Into Gardens residing Under tree in fields which waterbrooks flow God has endeared the faith to you and has enhanced it in your hearts, and has made disbelief base behavior and rebellion hateful unto you (koran 46) A Little Light (1) Sometimes my sight Is not so clear My direction quirky My spirit mirky Then I sit down to pray! (Chorus?) Enlighten my sight In these dark nights Make me happy With your love May I hear your call will you open your doors So I may see the light Of your glory I am enkindled with The flame burning In your holy tree Uttering your praise Swept up in your breeze beholding your signs hearing your words Shielded in you stronghold A Little Light (2) Sometimes my sight Is not so clear My direction quirky My spirit is murky Then I sit down to pray! (Chorus?) Enlighten my sight may I hear your call In these dark nights will you open your doors Make me happy so I may see the light With your love and your glory I am enkindled with the flame burning In your holy tree uttering your praise A small bird singing upon your branches Scanning a world of wonders next to you My new body swept up in your breeze My new eyes beholding your signs My new ears hearing your guiding words My refreshed spirit shielded in you stronghold they surrender to Him God creates you tender: after weakness He gives you power Then old age and grey hairs conspire He creates whatever He desires You can not make any to hear save those who believe. In these revelations clear they surrender to Him. You cannot make the dead hear you. Nor can you guide the blind They are a stumbling kind He creates whatever He desires You can not make any to hear save those who believe. In these revelations clear they surrender to Him. You can make none hear except those who believe Our signs and have come to clearly resign. After weakness He gives power. You can not make any to hear save those who believe. In these revelations clear they surrender to Him. Let not those who disbelieve go driving you to despair God seals the hearts of the foolish And opens others to green Gardens they surrender to Him (2) God creates you small and tender: after weakness He gives you strength Then old age and grey conspire He creates whatever He desires You can not make any man to hear you save those who truly believe. In these revelations so clear Will you surrender to your Lord? You cannot make the dead to hear you. Nor can you give guidance to the blind He creates whatever He wants to They are a wayward and stubbern kind You can not make any man to hear you save those who truly believe. In these revelations so clear Will they surrender to their Lord? Let not those who disbelieve go driving you to despair God seals the hearts of foolish ones And opens Gardens and breathes sweet air One and All People are at various stages. Some are imperfect - these must be completed. Some are asleep - they must be awakened; Some are negligent - they must be made vigilant; but one and all are the children of God. but one and all are the children of God. The only real difference People are at various stages Love them all with your whole heart; no one is a stranger to each other and one and all are the children of God. and one and all are the children of God. (from Abdu'l-Baha) the heavens and the earth It is the promise of your Lord; and God does not fail His promises. Yet most men do not understand Yet many deny they will have any meeting with their Lord They only know the show of this world, and are reckless of the Hereafter. God created the heavens and the earth. Yet many deny they will have any meeting with their Lord Do they not think for themselves that God created the heavens and the earth and all that lies between them. Yet many deny they will have any meeting with their Lord (koran 30) Pharaoh asked: And who is the Lord of the Worlds? Moses said: Lord of the heavens and the earth and all that is between them, if you believed. Pharaoh said: Your messenger is indeed a fool! If thou chooses other than me, I shall place you among the prisoners. Even though I show thee something clear? Then Moses flung down his staff and it appeared a serpent writhing, And he drew forth his hand and it was white to behold. Pharaoh said unto the chiefs: This is truly a knowing wizard, Are there wizards with magic comparable? There will be a great reward for them And the wizards were flung prostrate, Crying: We believe the Lord of the Worlds, The Lord of Moses and Aaron we hope that our Lord will forgive us We are the first to believe. Where your treasures are Gather treasures in this world That mate and that child The fame and that power Is your heart there Among the rust and moths? Gather treasures in this world Watch them leave and complain The fame and power will wain Is your heart there Among the rust and moths? In another world gather your treasures Distant but not far Take virtues with you Is your heart there? No rust or moth can spoil them Where is your heart? Find the beauty of the beloved Upon the green branch of the eternal tree Where your treasures are There will your heart be! Where your treasures are (2) Gather treasures in this world That mate and that child That fame and that power Is your heart there with them Among the rust and moths? Gather treasures in this world Watch them leave and complain The fame and power will surely wain Is your heart there with them Among the rust and moths? In another world gather your treasures Distant but not far Take virtues with you Is your heart there with them? No rust or moth can spoil them Where is your heart? Find the beauty of the beloved Upon the green branch of the eternal tree Where your treasures are There will your heart be! Please Stay Can't you hear the Messenger He's calling you away! From the things of this world He's warning you away! All these things are leading you Astray from your Lord Can't you hear the Messenger He's calling you away! You may make passion your idol Worship corruption and decay Can't you hear the Messenger He's calling you away! Reach the souls on the hillside This life is just for play Seek the hearts of His loved-ones He's calling you away! Just government has come from above You can build it with your hands Reach for His unity and love He is asking you to stay! No man comes No man comes To the shores of my ocean Unless he be detached from all in the earth from all in the earth No man comes To the shores of my ocean Unless he be detached from all in the heavens from all in the heavens The ocean of my true understanding The tabernacle raised in the firmament of my Bayan of my Bayan The ocean my true understanding The tabernacle raised in the firmament of my Bayan of my Bayan Such is the Resurrection God sends forth the winds which set the clouds in motion. We drive them on to some dead land giving fresh life to the earth after it has died. Such is the Resurrection. Now here come the clouds There goes the desecating winds The Word has gone forth Awaiting a response We live amoung the dead So must come the resurrection The good Word assures man The good Deed exalts him Let men know the Glory of Him Awaiting a response We live amoung the dead So must come the resurrection The word rains down hard The storm is raging far Dryed stocks are responding Gardens are slowly blooming Beauty on right and left So must come the resurrection In a Niche God is the Light of Heaven and Earth! God composes parables for mankind; God is Aware of everything! Compare His light to a niche In which there is a lamp; a lamp in a glass; a glass as if it were a glittering star kindled from a blessed olive oil, Neither of the East nor the West, this oil will glow though fire has never touched it. Light upon light, God guides anyone He wishes to His light. God is the Light of Heaven and Earth! God composes parables for mankind; God is Aware of everything! (collected Jan 20, 2006) New senses, New words We look about us Everything has a name We did this, one by one God instructed us to this Hippos and roses Leaves and grass Sun and moon Quarks and neutrinos The seen world The smelt world and heard The felt world, I taste my second cup Once mysterious is exposed A reality within un-worded We use old outer words As tools The need of two persons to communicate One who knows and one who perceives When we travel on into fresh worlds We take this old world with us Inner and outer Because we have only one language Of our contingent senses In God's heaven The new senses hardly used New bodies awaken a new language A new reality. First the senses sense, then the language New words, then again Use the language to describe The inner world That inner world forcing us to go back And examine the outer reality It seems to be less substantial now Still there but more mysterious Beautiful the new world, beyond death, Old reality for a while Until we become comfortable With our new bodies Guardians Every day I move off this planet and glide Sometimes above the misty home but at other times Among the planets and moons of my souls Hearing the music that is within me Waiting to burst out when I learn Lessons. Learning means more than memory it means change Making efforts to replace habits with obedience Every event will be new as we approach the new worlds Habits will not save us but only mind and spirit. Listening. Hearing the guiding voices as they speak to us Saying you can not do this even though you made Every plan to function in this one way but No one foresaw these fresh events unfolding As it does before our sensors and it can be That you want to deny, but denial is death Believe. That tune is repeating again in your brain Now think clearly. Is this not what we came here for? We have been freed from habit and given a new life Even imagination will not withstand these realities A man in Persia anticipated a new man becoming whole Messenger. Shining Tune I want to write the songs that lift the hearts Music that makes the breath to stop and start Deep it comes up as joy pushing out the tears I want the songs that move lightly across waves Then they dive deep to the root of lifes doors. Words that stop us in the drug mart To listen to the angels footsteps A memory stirs and irritates the brain Breaking forth into a bright shining tune. Copyright covers the material above. Dec 1, 2006. by Arthur Wendover, Toronto, Canada. Created in the year 2006 from inspiration. My thanks to Baha'u'llah, The Bab, Abdu'l-Baha, Shoghi Effendi, Jesus, Muhammad and all the prophets and my friend Della. see Heavenly Poems 2