Come To Your Own Door Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Come to your own door—
to your own threshold,
and greet yourself.
O self, revealed in the unseen hour,
lift the veil of your own arms
and hear your name called
in the language of your soul.

The light scattered through stars and moon
waits beneath your feet.
Receive it without hesitation,
and know: the Lord of the universe
has arranged a feast of love
for you.

Come,
speak to the light within you.
In the eyes of your insight,
the intoxication of selfhood breathes—
that blissful, ancient ecstasy,
a bird that built its nest
at the edge of the very eye.

This courtyard of roses
has been adorned for you.
See—
nothing in the universe is ugly.
Beauty does not yield to stubbornness,
and every particle, in its silent tongue,
confesses the Absolute.

Come,
descend into the world within yourself.
Perhaps on the walls of the impossible,
there are doors standing open,
and you will find that dreams
live beyond reality—
where neither illusion nor reason bargains.

Pause at the heart of your self—
that heart from whose depths you were born,
from which you were never separate.
For this journey, take a cloak of love:
pure, unmatched, soft with light—
so that after ordained paths and countless sorrows,
your eyes need wait at no other door.

For how can a secret, still unknown,
truly live?
Come—
knock again at your own door,
knock again and again,
and meet the traveler within your being
who was you from eternity
and will remain you until forever.

— MyKoul