From No Mortal Sight Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Not from mortal eyes does radiance rise—
It breaks from being's farthest rim,
To trace the cipher of the Lord
In silences of frozen spring,
In glacial waiting.

No word departs; no creed keeps watch;
No ear receives the soundless plea.

Alone—without companion, without friend—
It reigns where shadowed thoughts persist,
Where mind's tides surge, then fail, and fade.
No cloak obscures its frame:
A lens transparent, itself unseen.
Thus rules the unseen King.

Then, in the hush, all doors swing wide—
Seeker and sought become one hue.
Mirror mirrors mirror
In a chase without a breath,
Until the house dissolves,
And no glass stands between.

The self beholds its boundless tide,
Unweaves the world from the dream's lone thread,
And spills it back into the surge.
Ice and current seal the peace:
No form from void,
No one from many.

Awake inside the dream's last fold,
A final veil still drapes the Light.
Annihilation's winter lifts the soul.
None knows—save the One alone:
The hidden crest of everything,
Where self forgets its name,
Yet shines.

In frozen truth, no two endure.
All rivers reach the timeless sea—
Complete, unseamed: the breath of union.

Unseen Sovereign,
Enthroned in mercy at the core—
Without roof, without end,
Eternity unto eternity.

—January 1,2026