A Wild Rose Poem by Mystic Qalandar

A wild rose unfurls in the heart's hidden vale,
where the veil rends—and petals of unveiling bloom,
a tender gnosis dawning,
longing to be beheld by the One Gaze.

It bears the weight of every nearness veiled,
every zikr left unspoken,
still wandering the arc of descent
toward Home.

Its cradle holds pre-form love—
Light of Muḥammad, essence of all worlds,
an echo of Asmāʾ whispered
in the soul's first forge:
Lā ilāha illā Huwa—the Sole Real.

Its hue is Unity's quiet rapture,
the grace of baqāʾ, becoming the More,
the faqr of loving
through the day's eternal radiance.

To behold it is Absolutely Oneness recognized:
how the hidden truth manifests in veils;
how the mother of souls ignites
in sirr's glow;
how beauty surges from the imagined barren—
the ground of nothingness,
now drunk with
Lā mawjūd illa hū
There is no existence—no true being—except Him.

—January,27,2026