I Unveiled Upon The Heights Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I climb the cliffs where silence weaves the air
And pause where time dissolves beneath the sky—
Each valley stretched in quiet, holy prayer,
A mirror of the ever-blessing Eye.

The trees, like prophets, sway in solemn speech,
Their whispers truths no mortal tongue can hold.
The river gleams, a silver-threaded reach,
While mists arise like secrets still untold.

The self I was now fades in sacred light,
As veils of form slip from the soul's disguise.
False borders melt before my opened sight—
All pretense ends beneath these boundless skies.

Then dawn ignites—one flame through prisms cast,
Revealing One in every form that's passed.

II. The Prism of the One

Revealing One in every form that's passed,
The dawn now breathes through mountain, flesh, and stone.
Each leaf and shadow drinks the light held fast—
The flame that dreams the world from dark alone.

No longer bound by name, or thought, or frame,
The soul unfolds beyond its brittle shell.
The wind intones the unspoken, endless Name
That stirs the void where star and silence dwell.

I am the path, the pilgrim, and the flame,
The echo and the source from which it fell.
All things now weave within the sacred same—
A truth too vast for any tongue to tell.

Each step I take consumes both self and sun,
Until I am the Silence and the One