Awakening To Eternal Light Poem by Mystic Qalandar

When He rises,
sound and form dissolve;
every veil falls away.

On the heart's still waters,
a tremor of eternal light—
a primordial sun
gracing the shores of my soul.

The Unknowable
reveals itself only to the ready,
to those who walk the path
of inner sight.

At the dawn of awakening,
I witness my own inner morning—
clear, unwavering,
anchored by presence and will.

Yet in self-forgetting,
shadows claim my light;
I stumble in the blind dark.
Then the sun returns,
lifting its gaze over the ridge of night,
and the light of manifestation spreads—
where winged thoughts take flight,
their songs perching
on the branches of silence.

Acknowledging this earthly weight,
I bow to the mystery,
poised between shadow and light,
between the call of mercy
and the whisper of illusion;
between guidance and error.

A quiet voice surfaces from the deep:
'This is shadow, this is light.
Both dwell within.
Whichever you nurture
becomes the world you inhabit.'

And I understand:
true success is this—
the ceaseless purification
of the inner self,
shedding the dust of desire,
casting off the ashes of neglect,
until the inner sun burns radiant again.

Lost is he
who hides this light,
buries truth in clay,
and silences the compass of the heart.

Then comes the quake of renewal,
shattering every inner idol.
From the shaken ground, I rise
and finally grasp:
all wisdom, insight, inspiration—
are but reflections
of the one eternal light.

And a voice speaks from the heart's sanctuary:
'Know yourself,
for you are the essence of the divine.'

—MyKoul