Beauty: Manhattan, New York
Flower in one hand, phone in the other. “O Brother! Not every sea hath pearls; not every branch will flower, nor will the nightingale sing thereon. Then, ere the nightingale of the mystic paradise repair to the garden of God, and the rays of the heavenly morning return to the Sun of Truth-make thou an [...]
Glory: Manhattan, New York
It should have been sand. I should have been sleeping. And don’t even get me started on the camel. “O Lord, make firm their feet on Thy straight path, make wide for them the needle’s eye, and cause them […] to walk in glory for ever and ever.” Selections From the Writings of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá
