“In such cases where our emotions rise with excitement, our perceptions and sensations alter and our horizon of cognition deepens, we often come out of our daily interests, turn towards the backstage of all these events and hear and mumble the universes we have always seen and observed and the environment we have been created in, in a way as if they are letters, words and poems penned by the Beloved, with the vastness gained in our souls by virtue of
being a guest of the spiritual realms (transcendence). We listen to them and get excited about them as if we are listening to some melodies pouring out of His
ney (reed flute). We observe them as if they are lacework made with His crochet hooks, greeting them with astonishment and appreciation, and then bless all those things we see, inhale their scents deep into our souls, rub them onto our faces and experience minutes that cannot be equated to the moments of reunion in that hall of reunion. We intimately feel that
love and attachment to Him means everything and it is superior to all kinds of material and physical pleasures.”
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