Black. Green. The Veiled Mirror Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Black —
the shrouded gaze.
Some days, black —
an abyss of concealment,
where light is forged in secrecy,
sealed within the soul's hidden kiln.

I wander the nafs' winding paths —
motion whose end remains veiled —
the spirit honed, yet unseen,
a hammer poised in pre-eternity's forge.

Yet —
beneath the ash-shrouds of self,
an emerald pulse awakens:
From Me — the first fissure —
the Real breaks through.

Green —
not for the outward eye,
but gnosis in the unseen,
unfurling by the Tablet's decree.

The heart, remade in al-wujūd's flame,
remembers — its veils undone:
To Me — the endless command —
"Be! " — breathing through time's mirage.

Now black and green converge:
one — the eye of the Whole's boundless sea;
the other — grace unveiled,
a wave from the Ocean's formless flood.

And I —
a trembling rūḥānī breath,
poised between void and veil —
melt into contentment and peace,
where Lover, Beloved, Mirror —
are One.

Annihilation of strangeness — fulfilled.
The Ever-Living, the Self-Subsistent — revealed:
the One, the Unique —
the Absolute, One —
manifest within veils.

MyKoul