Beyond The Twilight Veil Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I. The Parting

When last light softens into fall,
and day yields to night's call,
know this, beloved:
in twilight's tremble,
I draw near.

I lift the veil just enough—
for your heart to remember—
the Hidden,
the Revealed,
the Nūr that never left.

II. The Cruel Divide O seeker,
you turned from Me, if but a moment,
caught in restless tide.
Still, I held you close.

No peace in forgetfulness,
no home in the drifting heart.
Your sorrow is no punishment—
only My call's echo:
Udnu minnee.
Come near.
Return to Me.

III. The Clinging Shadow
You were not made for shadow,
nor for illusion's false ease.
Yet you reached,
hoping to hold.

So I placed My Light
at your ache's edge—
close to warm,
gentle to not blind.

The rapture you seek is Me:
fire-wine of dissolving,
sweetness in surrender,
in letting go.

IV. The Summons
Every breath I give
whispers remembrance,
a thread drawing you
into My embrace.

Follow it to the Word—
your first home,
your final return.

Now the veil trembles—
thinning, opening—
not for the sleeping world,
but for you,
standing in the Eternal Now,
ready to behold.

—MyKoul