Fluent In The Light Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Light is not brightness alone—
it is the breath of the One,
the hidden pulse behind form,
the first remembrance before speech.

To be fluent in it
is to return to origin,
where every heartbeat whispers,
I am of the same fire.

Silence is the gate—
through it, the soul crosses
from sound to being.
When thought loosens its hold,
awareness becomes the sea,
and every ripple within it
a reflection of the Eternal.

Here, nothing is apart—
each wave speaks of the shoreless.

I do not walk toward light;
I walk as light,
moving through itself—
a spark within a vast flame,
a mirror reflecting the gaze
of what beholds all mirrors.

Each shadow I meet
is my own longing, kneeling
before its source.

Awareness burns gently,
yet leaves nothing unseen.
Even darkness bends to mercy;
it, too, carries
the perfume of illumination.

The veils fall—not torn,
but dissolved by presence—
and what was called I
becomes transparent as dawn.

Awakening is neither escape nor arrival;
it is the still center
where seeker and sought dissolve,
where every separation is wind
moving across the same ocean.

There, the soul finds rest—
not in knowing, but in being known.

And when night gathers again,
I do not fear its folds.
The flame within remembers itself—
a quiet sun behind the eyes.

I stand without seeking,
unbroken, unbound,
fluent in the light—
where the soul and the dawn are one.

— October,23,2025