I have been blessed to know a very wise man, and to have lived inside of his dreams for a brief but powerful time of my life. This man walked quickly, as he had so very much to do. Each step he took was taken in the name and cause of the people he loved most, refugee children. When the speed of his step bordered on sprinting it was only because such was required, not because his dream was slipping away and he was desperate to catch it, but because so much was becoming possible all at once and he was simply trying to keep up with the progress of his own ideas as they became reality. Even he once said, “I need to walk more slowly, to look at the flowers.” His profound logic being that even when our greatest calling begs of us a faster pace, if we do not possess an inner harmony, how will we ever enjoy what our labor and tireless vision gives birth to.
I am exhausted in this moment, but not tired, nor bored. I am searching, for what is next. I can hear it calling my name as my feeling in the present state of things becomes increasingly restless. Its face I am looking for, and like to think I will recognize when we finally cross paths. I thought to myself but a few months ago, I have forgotten the sound of my own footsteps, and while I believe I am doing good with my time and effort, nothing is worth leading one to forget or fail to notice the beauty of the world around and within. I am looking because I want to remember, to recall that piece of myself that dreamed of what is next to come, and awaited the world at large with bated breathe. I want to recall, for the pace that I have been maintaining, while it has been filled with good people and deeds, has led me to forget, to cease to see the beauty of it all, and so I search with the words of a wise man resounding in my ears because I want to remember, I want to become, I want to awaken.
The day is approaching when thy agitation will have been transmuted into peace and quiet calm.
(Baha’u'llah, Gleanings from the Writings of Baha’u'llah, p. 111)
