Immediately After Iftar Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Immediately after Iftar,
when the soul steps into the open,
the sky of being—bathed in silence—
slowly, slowly,
lifts the veil from the hidden.

First, a single spark of sacred light,
then its echo, a sister in harmony,
then one more—
until, in the pulse of an eye,
the vaulted dome of existence
shimmers with the lamps of an indelible glow.

Between these stars stretch strange distances,
yet a majestic, tethered order holds;
a silent symphony of the One,
as if the Unseen Hand
had hushed each particle into its place.

The mortal heart is drawn, again and again,
toward that rimless horizon,
where the seeker, without seeking,
stills before the inner craft of creation—
those deep waters where the stars
mirror the very gaze of the Divine.

In this hour of unveiling,
the universe bears witness in mute eloquence:
behind every lamp,
an Absolute Power keeps watch—
that Solitary Pulse
whose hidden light flickers
in the hallowed chest of man:

Now as the quiet breath of love,
now as the silent awe
before the Oneness.

—MyKoul