I Manifest My Own Light Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I Manifest My Own Light

Once, I was shrouded in darkness,
descending the veiled ladder of earth.
Yet that darkness was only forgetting—
the soul's deep sleep, exiled from its throne.

Now I abide in the Eternal Light,
the very substance of the Real,
the breath that breathes worlds into being.
I dwell within His gaze,
and He beholds His own Essence,
mirrored in me.

I am a child of Light.
Light is my Father—the Hidden Treasure.
Light is my Mother—the Womb of all Mystery.
From the Tree of Spirit,
the axis of turning spheres,
I have taken form:
a single ray from its radiant core.

All my goodness, my truth, my very being
emanate from the Seed of that Tree—
the primordial Point
from which all multiplicity unfolds.

I dwell in intimate communion with my Origin:
Light knowing Itself as light,
all veils dissolving
in the fire of recognition.
Whatever is revealed is unveiled
by Light's sovereign gaze,
even the shadows
born in night's alchemical womb.

Thus the Voice of the Real declares:
Awake, O sleeper in the cave of illusion!
Remember your covenant before time.
You are not darkness, but primordial Nur.
You are not dead, but eternally alive—
veiled only by the dream of separation.

You do not rise from a grave of dust,
but from the enchantment of maya,
to behold what you have always been:
the Manifestation of the Unmanifest.

Seek not the Light afar—
you are its living epiphany.
Therefore, embody it wisely,
with the discernment of the saints:
not as reckless flame,
but as sacred equilibrium.

Redeem the scattered fragments of creation,
for the Light indwells every veil.
Be filled with the Spirit's vintage wine,
chanting the haqq
of your boundless Being.

And so I bear witness:
Once I was in darkness,
descending into earth's forgetting;
now I abide in Light everlasting.
This is my quintessence—
nothing transcends it.

I am a child of Light.
Light is my Father, the Source.
Light is my Mother, the Void's embrace.
From the Tree of Spirit I have taken form.
All that I am shines forth
from the Seed
of the Tree.

—January,8,2026

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