A Solitary Bird
A Solitary Bird
I am a solitary Baha’i or an “isolated believer”. I live in an area where there are no other Baha’i's close by, so I must practice my religion alone. Sometimes that can be challenging. However…
From a spiritual perspective, of course, we are all flying solo, whether in a religious community of thousands or herimitaged in a cave. In the deepest heart of the soul, there is no real need for “others”…everyone is already inside.
I need look no further than my own backyard to find my hearts desire (a grown-up, Dorothy-esque comment from someone who strives to live the Oz myth. –If I just click my heels three times….)
I sometimes forget that shining out from every pair of eyes, is my One True Beloved. I have to remind myself to look for that light in the eyes of the store clerk, the neighbor, my child. It’s there. How, then, can I be lonely when You are always with me?
I feel a poem coming on:
When my room is tight around my mind,
When sleep does not come easily…
Be with me then, my Love.
and I only want something new and shiny to fill a blackness
When Communion is only a dimming memory,
Be with me then,
my Love.
When the only prayer I can muster is a lackluster, “Help.”
And my practices are dry and substanceless,
When the Phoenix has grown brown and bedraggled,
Be with me then
my Love.♥
When at last the Fowler aims his flamed arrow
And I fall on the dust, singed wing and bone-weary…
With that first, ash-stirring of rebirth, I whisper,
“Stay with me now
my Love.”
♥
-Blessings & Light be with you,
My Love,
Oraea ♥
