I Saw The Truth Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I first saw the Truth
when I became innocent
as a child.

I saw the Truth smiling
on the cheeks of the sun,
on the radiant, orange face
of the moon—

that changed its beauteous face
through the passing month,
from a hair's-breadth crescent
to its fullness,
as it turned toward
the source of light.

And the earth seemed
like a shy girl,
like me,
gazing at her own reflection
in the moon's mirror.

Divine Light entered my heart
through the glittering stars
scattered across the night sky,
and directly from the sun
in the shining day.

His Love
never wholly waned.

Yet, dear,
I understand how the mind
can play its subtle tricks,
how it can flicker
the clarity of vision—

for what can the mind do
with That
which becomes the ruin of the mind?

The Light
that consumes
all illusions,
all constructions of thought,
all images fashioned by the mind,
in the vastness of His Grace.

I have seen
what my divine consciousness seeks:

It is here.
It is everywhere.
It has never been absent.

The Beloved—

infinite in manifestation,
One in essence,
and present
in all that is.

—MyKoul