Divine Love in the Holy Tree

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Mt Lamington National Park, Queensland

 “O God, my God! Praise be unto Thee for kindling the fire of divine love in the Holy Tree on the summit of the loftiest mount: that Tree which is ‘neither of the east nor of the west,’ that fire which blazed out till the flame of it soared upward to the Concourse on high, and from it those realities caught the light of guidance…”

-‘Abdu’l-Baha, Selections From the Writings of ‘Abdu’l-Baha

 

This months Nineteen Months Contribution

Water of Life

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Brisbane Australia, June Perkins

“Water symbolizes the water of life, which is knowledge, and fire is the fire of the love of God; therefore, man must be baptized with the water of life, the Holy Spirit and the fire of the love of the Kingdom.”
-`Abdu’l-Baha,Promulgation of Universal Peace

No Geometry

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(c)Image June Perkins

The rain itself hath no geometry, no limits, no form, but it taketh on one form or another, according to the restrictions of its vessel. In the same way, the Holy Essence of the Lord God is boundless, immeasurable, but His graces and splendours become finite in the creatures…

-`Abdu’l-Baha, Selections From the Writings of `Abdu’l-Baha

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Tranquil Heart

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(c) June Perkins – Art by William Ricketts

“Blessed thou art and more blessed thou shalt be if thy feet be firm, thy heart tranquil through the fragrance of His Holy Spirit and thy secret and hidden thoughts pure before the Lord of Hosts!”
-‘Abdu’l-Baha, Tablets of ‘Abdu’l-Baha

 

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Sunlight Tapping

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Sunlight Tapping 1- June Perkins

For Fred Astaire and Paul Junior

A shadow of thought
a reflection of myth
dancing on the lawn
hand in hand.

A waltz of creation
a romance of words
sunlight’s a tapping
for a hero of dance.

A top hat and cane
a reflection of steps
a heel toe, a heel toe
a rhythm of hope.

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Sunlight Tapping 2

A boy and a medal
a cowboy whose black
a boy and a hero
a heel toe, a heel toe.

A memory of movement
a wheelchair that’s left
sunlight’s a tapping
for a hero of dance.

(c) June Perkins, From Shadow Puppets, p. 15

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Sunlight Tapping 3 – June Perkins

Unknowable and Fathomless Mystery

Latest photographic contribution to Nineteen Months. This month’s theme – Words.

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The beauty and power of the ocean expressed to me the unknowable, and fathomless mystery.

“To every discerning and illumined heart it is evident that God, the unknowable Essence, the divine Being, is immensely exalted beyond every human attribute…Far be it from His glory that human tongue should adequately recount His praise, or that human heart comprehend His fathomless mystery.”
-Baha’u’llah, The Kitab-i-Iqan

Latest contribution to Nineteen Months.  For more see  Ninteen Months Meditations on Kalimat – Words.

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A Ripple in the Oean

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Storm – June Perkins

A ripple in the bay
A ripple in the sea.
A ripple in the ocean,
Far, far away.

Soft sounds in my ears
Roaring sounds in my head.
Sounds that engulf my body
And fill me with fears.

The gentle wave has gone.
It has grown 30 feet high,
The bay cannot contain it.
The beach looks forlorn.

Waves come in and out.
No longer ripples,
They become the road,
Men, women, children shout.

It’s too late to save us
The warning came when it was over.
The waves took all before it.
Making no apology or fuss.

The waves returned to the bay.
The waves returned to the sea.
The waves returned to the ocean.
Far, far, away.

By Jean Vallianos

Ripple

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Ocean – June Perkins

What started the first ripple?
The twinkle of eyes
shared laughter
a gentle tug at the heart’s anchor

as the waves grew
their persistent rhythm
gradually washed over the shoreline
the tide pushing them ever higher.

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Wave- June Perkins

Sometimes they rose up
green and glassy
If you didn’t dive through them
or ride them to shore
you’d be dumped and tumbled
like a piece of sea-weed
in the white foam.

When the waves shrank from the beach
the wise ran for higher ground
the cruelty of the surge crashed over those
foolish enough to test it’s power
leaving hearts wreckage

the ocean’s rhythm settles
leaving the flotsam and driftwood
sea-sculpted and polished smooth
in the dry ripples of sand
and time

By Sally Moroney

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Girl and Sand- June Perkins

Seeing What is Really There?

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Ocean Gazing – June Perkins

His favourite colour is to be found in the ocean
but yesterday he realised it was not always blue
but green & grey
pink & blue
& it depended on
the way the light was reflected
& he then began drawing the
ocean all its colours
& then found out
a flame was not yellow.

By June Perkins

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Light on Ocean – June Perkins