Great Design Of Creation — Expression Of The Transcendent Poem by Mystic Qalandar

All things within the Transcendent's breast
unfurl in solar, lucid grace;
Phantoms of shadow lose their quest,
dissolving into boundless space.

What opens to the inward sight
becomes the soul's first morning star;
no secret veil sustains its shape
where Truth's unblinking currents are.

Awake, O spark of central flame —
rise from the heavy sleep of clay.
Light, uncaused, the primal Dawn,
stirs in the abyss where you lay.

Walk then with care, not as the blind
who chase a world of passing shade,
but as a prismed, lucid saint
who reads the geometry God made.

Redeem the season's fleeting breath,
though temporal webs are spun in shade.
Be not a sleepwalker in time,
but trace the matrix Light has laid.

Discern the high, unuttered Will —
the Divine clothed in consuming fire —
the living Source whose silent pulse
is both the bedrock and desire.

In that clear, essential glow,
all fractures mend, all worlds align;
the hidden root and blossomed branch
are gathered in the Great Design.

— MyKoul