Hthe First Smile Poem by Mystic Qalandar

This is not a word, nor any artifice,
but a thing of caution, yet true—
etching itself upon my lips,
a whisper reaching the heart's ear.
It is the melody of existence,
predating all letters.

Who comes, again and again, to narrate?
Who, from the dawn of my forming,
smiles upon His masterpiece?
When He bestowed me in His glory,
the first ray of that smile
descended into my soul.
From then until now,
it showers ceaselessly.

At every step, His hand holds mine;
in every moment, His gaze guides.
Now the serene echo of His "Be"
marches ahead.
I advance toward Him
with that very sound.
Amid the clamor, the voice grows faint—
I close my eyes,
begin to dissolve in His silence.

His gentle presence never leaves.
I cling to His being,
and He opens the doors of knowledge.
I peer beyond the threshold:
all is immersed in His light.

And at last, I understand—
this light enveloping everything
is no ordinary radiance.
It is the spaceship come
to take me home,
to my celestial abode.
It shows that beyond the heavens, too,
it is I who am.
When this light gathers me into its fold,
I am as my breath was in Him
before He breathed it into me.

Praise be—I comprehend now.
No need to advance or retreat,
turn right or left,
gaze ahead or glance back.
For this light has no direction,
nor does its ray ever pause.

—December,12,2025