It is related that one day they came upon Majnun sifting the dust, and his tears flowing down. They said, "What doest thou?" He said, "I seek for Layli." They cried, "Alas for thee! Layli is of pure spirit, and thou seekest her in the dust!" He said, "I seek her everywhere; haply somewhere I shall find her."
(Baha'u'llah, The Seven Valleys, p. 6)

Who is Layli and why do we seek her?

What is a Seeking Layli Event?

Thursday, 21 August 2008

The cold of winter ..... the new life of spring.

O My friend, listen with heart and soul to the songs of the spirit, and treasure them as thine own eyes. For the heavenly wisdoms, like the clouds of spring, will not rain down on the earth of men's hearts forever; and though the grace of the All-Bounteous One is never stilled and never ceasing, yet to each time and era a portion is allotted and a bounty set apart, this in a given measure. "And no one thing is there, but with Us are its storehouses; and We send it not down but in settled measure." The cloud of the Loved One's mercy raineth only on the garden of the spirit, and bestoweth this bounty only in the season of spring. The other seasons have no share in this greatest grace, and barren lands no portion of this favor.
(the embedded quotation is from the Qu'ran) )

We billed this trip as seeking Layli in the depths of winter but the abiding memory is of the early signs of spring. In the manicured section of the Reserve the daffodils and other invasive weeds were in bloom and in the more natural parts other signs of spring were evident. Here we see the dead and eaten foliage of previous years being replaced by new growth.

Our picnic site was rather more civilised than is our custom complete with barbecues and toilets. It felt rather strange really.

But a short walk reaffirmed that even in the heart of a city (well a decent sized town at least) God's handiwork is still more wonderful than anything we humans have produced. Though, as Baha'u'llah pointed out even our works are really His works. "Through the mere revelation of the word 'Fashioner,' issuing forth from His lips and proclaiming His attribute to mankind, such power is released as can generate, through successive ages, all the manifold arts which the hands of man can produce." (Baha'u'llah)

The 'rock fissure' which is the advertised feature of Punchbowl is indeed a charming mini-gorge.

And from the top of the Gorge, well, Launceston could hardly be seen .
At every moment he [the traveller] beholdeth a wondrous world, a new creation, and goeth from astonishment to astonishment, and is lost in awe at the works of the Lord of Oneness.

And that was how it was, slow progress because every tree, practically every blade of grass had some wonder and beauty to delay us. Try these:

Another pleasant day.

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