From Al-Haq To Al-Haq Poem by Mystic Qalandar

We journey through the worlds—
beyond form, beyond name,
into the luminous dawn—
after the night,
after the forbidden tree,
we arrive at the garden
where the Infinite breathes.

The path moves only through
realms where Infinity
hides in the finite.
Until the horizon folds upon itself,
the path reveals the path,
and Truth whispers softly,
softly,
from al-Haq to al-Haq.

In the secret chamber of the origin,
the wellspring of stillness,
wisdom unfolds its unseen petals,
drinking the silent pulse
of cosmic unveiling,
of cosmic unveiling.

Before the mirror of being,
we kindle the breath of al-Haq,
essence inscrutable,
woven through all—
the hidden radiance
of the Unseen,
the Unseen One.

This revelation murmurs
through prophet, sage, gnostic,
through every steadfast seeker of knowledge.
Returning to the Source,
neither shadow nor flame
pierces the eternal veil.
Even the smallest ember of hell
cannot touch the one who reaches heaven.

At last, we reach the place of birth—
the sanctuary of peace.
Here wisdom is savored,
here the soul feasts
on divine knowledge,
on revelation,
on revelation.

Having faced the gaze of life,
we feel the warm embrace
of al-Haq—
the essence of all creation,
the luminous manifestation
of the Unseen One,
of the Unseen,
of the One.

MyKoul