The Sixth Day of Ridvan

Inhale the perfume
of divine unity from
the roses of paradise.

 

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Roses and Chocolates: Memories of My Mother

Mama loved roses:
her favorite blossoms were red,
and she like rich dark chocolates.

 

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Scent of Meditation

I meditate
upon a picture of Abdu’l-Baha,
Servant of the Glory
And inhale the scent of roses


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Roses For Ridvan

On the first day of Ridvan
Roses bloomed in paradise
Proclaiming the Glory of God
To a weeping world.


The first day of Ridvan begins at sunset on Friday, April 20. I have a copy of this poem posted in my writing.com port in the journal Writing in Snow.

Of Roses and Humanity

The beauty of a rose garden
is its variety
of color.

Different hues of roses
grow together in perfect harmony.

The beauty of humanity
is in its diversity.

Come,
let us associate
like the roses in a garden
getting along despite their color differences.

 

Thinking about Mother's Day

Fiḍál (Grace), 10 Jamál (Beauty), 170 BE - Tuesday, May 7, 2013 about 3:43 PM Pacific Time

All day I have watched the wind blow through the boughs of the trees in my neighborhood. All day I have watch the clouds gather in the sky. This afternoon it is mostly cloudy, with patches of blue sky showing through. Sunday is Mother's Day, the first Mother's Day I will spend without Mom. The first Mother's Day I will not have a gift for her.

All day I have watched the clouds and the wind. All day I have though about Mom and Mother's Day. I will go to the cemetery to visit her grave. I will take my prayer book and read a prayer for the departed. I will not put flowers on her grave because I do not have enough money to purchase her a bouquet  of her favorite flowers. I will say a prayer for the departed, but I cannot put a bouquet of red roses on her grave. How I would love to purchase a bouquet of roses for Mama for Mother's Day, but I do not have enough money in my bank account.

Thursday Thoughts on Smelling Roses and transplanting mint

Istijlál (Majesty), 6 Jamál (Beauty), 169 BE – Thursday, May 3, 2012 about 5:30 PM Pacific Time

I need to stop and smell the roses. I need to relax and take a little time off to walk through a park. I need to get my hands dirty and plant something in the ground.

Today I replanted a grapefruit mint plant. I transplanted the little green plant from a small container to a large container. This is the first time I have attempted to transplant anything. I hope I did it properly. I pray the mint plant thrives and grows. No matter what happens to this plant, I am going to do this again because it was fun.

I wish I could post a picture; however, I am having issues with my digital camera’s drivers. The disk that came with the camera is too small to fit in my CD drive (I need to upgrade my technology) and I cannot fide the drivers on the manufacturer’s website. I contacted the company via e-mail. I have not heard anything. My next option is to call technical support, which I will do after recharging my phone’s batteries.

I began this post discussing plants not technology. I need to relax because the issues I have with technology stresses, upsets, and depresses me. While planting or transplanting, seem to have the opposite effect.

I Smelled the Roses

Kamál (Perfection), 12 Ilm (Knowledge), 165 B.E. – Monday, October 27, 2008 about 4:52 PM Pacific Time

I smelled the roses this afternoon. When I got off work, I caught the bus on Sahara to go to the bank. After I made the deposit, then I caught the Maryland Parkway bus north and got off at Oakey. As I walked home, I thought perhaps it was a mistake going straight down Oakey instead of transferring to the Charleston bus and getting off at Burnham.

I made the right decision because when I got down to 17th street, I turned north and went up to Bracken. The roses I smelled were on Bracken planted in front of one of the houses I passed. The roses were pink, white, and light red, they looked so beautiful, their scent attracted and energized me. Before I smelled them I was wore out and tired. I could hardly put one foot in front of the other. After smelling the roses it I made it the rest of the way home without any problems.

Someone planted the roses right next to the sidewalk in a brick enclosed rose garden. There weren't very many bushes, but they were all in bloom. I didn't expect to see roses blooming this time of year in Las Vegas. It's been a dry and hot year, so I thought all the roses had bloomed in the early spring. If I were driving my car I wouldn't have gone that route and in the car I couldn't have smelled the roses anyway.