I at once looked and saw that innumerable birds and flies, which are miniature birds, and uncountable animals, and boundless plants and trees were, like me, reciting through the tongue of disposition “For us God suffices, and He is the Best Disposer of Affairs.” They recall to everyone the immensity and majesty of a power which before our eyes particularly in the spring creates in most abundant plenitude, with the greatest ease and on a vast scale, from eggs, seeds, grains,  and droplets of fluid, which all resemble each other and whose substance  is  the  same,  the  hundred  thousand  species  of  birds,  the  hundreds  of thousands of sorts of animals, the hundred thousand types of plants, and the hundred thousand varieties of trees, without error, defect, or confusion, in adorned, balanced, well-ordered fashion, and in forms all different from one another. They demonstrate to us His unity and oneness by being made in this way together, one within the other and resembling each other. I understood that any interference or participation in the dominical, creative act of disposal which displays thus incalculable miracles was not possible. Those who want to understand my personality and human character, which is like that of all believers, and those who want to be like me, should look  at the explanation of the ‘I’ in the first person plural ‘us’ in “For us God suffices,” that is, the explanation of myself. What is my apparently insignificant, wanting being – like that of all believers? What is life? What is humanity? What is Islam? What is certain, affirmative belief?  What is knowledge of God? How should love be? They should understand and take a lesson!

The Fourth Level of the Luminous Verse “For us God suffices”

A time I was being shaken by old age, exile, illness, and defeat coincided with a period  of  heedlessness.  I was  grievously anxious  that  my being, to  which  I was intensely attached and by which I was captivated, indeed all creatures, were departing for  non-existence,  then again  I  had  recourse  to  the  verse.  It  told  me:  “Note  my meaning carefully and look through the telescope of belief!”

So  I  looked  and  with  the  eye  of  belief and  saw  that  like  all  believers,  my miniscule being was the mirror of a limitless being, and through infinite expansion, the means of gaining innumerable existences, and was a word of wisdom producing the fruits of numerous permanent existences far more valuable than itself. I knew with ‘certainty at the degree of knowledge’ that to live for an instant in this respect was as valuable as an eternal existence. For I understood through the consciousness of belief that  this  being  of  mine  was  the  work  of  art,  artefact,  and  manifestation  of  the Necessarily Existent  One. So being saved from the anxiety of loneliness and from innumerable separations and their pains, I formed relations and bonds of brotherhood with beings  to  the  number  of divine acts  and  names connected  with  beings  and especially living beings, and  I knew that there was a permanent union with all the beings I loved,  and only a temporary  separation.  And  so, through belief and  the relations of belief, like all beings, my being gained the lights of innumerable existences untouched by separation. Even if it departed, they would remain behind and it would be happy as though it had remained itself.

In short, death is not separation, it is union; it is a change of abode; it is the producing of an eternal fruit.