Here’s a selection of great Baha’i-inspired music – some, or all, of which may be new discoveries to you. Enjoy…
A wiser world
widened in wonder
… awake and welcoming.
Universal trumpet signal of the Divine Phoenix’s rise
Every soul vital
Amalgam growth essential
Hear the Nightingale alighting upon a hollow reed to issue its melody.
View; step forward one
The limbs and arms take their skin of snow
enhancing beauty to forms of reach,
twist and curvature.
Taking form like a river
Contrasting with the mountain-dust dark.
Immoderate steps have blinded…
rains that bring no reins.
Deconstructed singleness brought together
Being oneself is not individual
– but a construction of separation by unifying parts.
Spume and punctuation
The five strides he first took towards God
were strained, slow-
centred in the past.
Marked by a flurry of memories.
One of those was seeing childhood
snow; beautiful, feathery ice
whipped off tree branches and
powdering the air with finest pixellation.
Choir of crickets noising the new dawn awake.
Butterflies and magpies flitting by impulse-itch –
Animals reacting by instinct, accepting roles in the whole dance of life.
Participants inside this evolving timeline, integral all and each buoyant.
Blending colours of the rainbow curl
like a kaleidoscopic whirl – into a
circle-half, the sky immersed in a
Around angles within an arc,
hues so vibrant… they copiously spark.
Into the sunlight moisture plays
– concentric colours by myriad ways.
Seen as a delightful friend… a visually enlivening, exquisite bend.
A talent of evil is that it can stay hidden
and then choose to not.
Wrong things happening
Amiss, not right
They won’t easily be contained – go back neat into a box, within a veil
Something wrong’s happening
Pride revealed in a robe of ignorance
… and… then there arrived a barefoot angel… came serving all with spiritual salves
of restorative balm.
God has put generosity into the human heart.
By property, ego sweeps its sword-edge
And shakes of its stubborn barbs.
Anonymous, it dislikes. Humility, it shrinks at. Selflessness it misunderstands.
Loving, thriving, compassionate community alienates ego.
O Song, wonder with wing
Daystar cleaving night…
Spilling One light of perpetual flight
Awakening with sight…
By regal Cord the weave’s supple might.
Minds changed from behind boundaries
Dissolving divisions of understanding.
Blood is the same in veins.
Scent of All Things Coalesced
Scent of coalescence,
Fragrance of the Immortelle Amaranth
Transcends from the tellurian to the celestial.
Pacifying, unifying –
Suffusions of the perfume of global spirituality.
The sensing of all things, as unity, in peace.
It is a must to consider
The Glory of a Supreme Being
Precipitate the benefits of humility…and
to connect with prayer like the mystical
Forms of light and water.
It is mostly by the birds that the forest
Comes alive for me. Their song is a scent of energy
– a fragrance sent through nature.
Every small segment counts
As the goal of life is happiness
the purpose of being joyful is to live.
Sharing is the paradise of selflessness.
The last shallow cut
Fear is a weedy, barbed spear
Ice-like, it melts in time and
its aggression thins closing up completely as a healed wound.