A Whisper From The Master Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Dear seeker,
pause.
You speak of distance.
But listen—
there is none.

No veil hangs between you and the Beloved
save the one you weave and name.

God is nearer than your own being,
closer than breath,
more intimate than thought.

How you meet Him
is shaped by the Name your heart calls.

Say Ar-Rahman—
and Mercy reveals itself:
in dawnlight,
in a stranger's kindness,
in the quiet relief that finds you.

Say Al-Qahhar—
and He meets you as resistance,
as the necessary collapse,
as the breaking of your pride.

Do not flee this breaking.
It, too, is Mercy,
severe and true.

For pride is the heaviest veil.
His Essence does not change.
Only your heart does.

You shape the vessel.
He pours the Light.

Imagine Him as wrathful,
and bitterness fills your cup.
Turn toward Him as Forgiver,
and sweetness returns.

Expectation is the cup you raise.
The heart is the mirror you polish.

Choose the Name with care.

Begin with Ya Rabb.
Begin with Ya Rahman.
Begin with Ya Rahim.
Begin with Ya Karim.
Let the Name move with your breath.

For He has said:
My Mercy precedes My Wrath.

The Beloved comes
as you believe Him to be.

Now—
walk.

—January,10,2026