From Void To Manifestation Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Before the Pen received its call,
before the Throne rose upon the waters,
before time cracked open its first moment—
there was only the Hidden One,
the Silence holding all silences.

From that sacred Stillness,
the Breath of the Merciful moved—
a mercy without sound,
carrying the seed of every sound.
A spark touched the waiting dark,
and within it light stirred—
the first whisper of becoming.

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I. The Absolute Source

He—
the Unseen behind every unveiling,
the Light through which light knows itself.

From His infinite depths
the first Names emerged:
An-Nūr, Az-Zāhir, Al-Bāṭin, Al-Khāliq—
pearls rising from the ocean of the Unseen,
each bearing a hue from eternal dawn.

Through these Names
the horizons unfolded,
the worlds awoke,
witnessing the One who formed them.

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II. Eternal Knowing

Then Knowing rose—
a radiance without beginning,
softly unveiling the essence
of all that would ever be.

The Preserved Tablet opened,
clear as truth's mirror,
and on its hidden surface
the Pen traced destiny—
stroke by stroke,
world by world.

From that ocean of certainty
came the Names of insight:
Al-Khabīr, Al-‘Alīm, Ash-Shahīd, Al-Ḥakīm—
roots of understanding,
anchoring creation in wisdom.

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III. The First Will

Then the First Will stirred—
a command without voice,
a turning setting possibilities in motion.

Not desire—
for He is beyond need—
but mercy seeking to be known.

Within this gentle decree
unfolded the Names of tenderness:
Ar-Raḥmān, Al-Walī, Al-Hādī, Ash-Shakūr—
currents guiding creation
toward shores written before time.

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IV. Sovereign Power

Then Power rose—
majestic, undeniable.

The Word descended:
"Kun."
And in that breath,
the hidden became manifest,
form embraced the formless,
sleeping lights awoke in praise.

Around this command
stood the Names of Strength:
Al-Qadīr, Al-Qahhār, Al-Jabbār, Al-Matīn—
pillars bearing the unfolding heavens.

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V. Between Beauty and Majesty

Beauty—
the fragrance of mercy.
Majesty—
the cloak of awe.

Between these veils
the human soul took shape—
earth touched by light,
light sheltered in earth.

The hand received its craft,
the eye its unveiling,
the tongue its remembrance—
each breath echoing the eternal decree:
"He says ‘Be, ' and it is."

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VI. The Human Vessel

From the spark placed in the heart
rose song—
the quiet memory of the Day of Alast,
when souls answered:
"Indeed—You are our Lord."

Color, form, sound, stone—
instruments through which that memory
seeks expression.

Sometimes light descends
from the unseen realm;
sometimes flame rises
from secret interiors
where the first promise rests.

Through human hands
the invisible takes shape,
longing blossoms into creation.

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VII. The Stream of Inspiration

Inspiration—
a stream from the gardens of the Unseen,
where countless possibilities
await their moment.

Though bound to the world,
the human gaze lifts veil after veil,
made to recognize
the traces of its Source.

A voice descends from above,
a light rises within—
where they meet,
creation steps once more
from silence into being.

—December,11,2025