In The Grace Of Oneness Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I have no heart of flesh,
pumping blood through fragile veins,
yet my being is bound—
deeply, unshakably—
to a song.
​Across the rugged terrains of existence,
I forged my bond with Truth,
for whom both existence and non-existence
remain sealed mysteries.
​My mystic days unfold,
searching the very essence of self,
probing its every depth and breadth,
unraveling the veiled realities
that have shaped humanity
since timeless eternity.
​At last, I realized:
al-ʿajzu ʿan darki al-idrāki idrāk
(The inability to grasp Understanding—
is itself the highest Understanding.)
​I struck myself with the hammer of inquiry,
seeking to know my Being.
I mistook borrowed attributes as my own,
marked myself upon the map of duality,
a solitary outpost—
isolated, estranged.
​But when the eye of Divine Intellect opened,
its gaze dissolved the veil.
Now I dwell in ceaseless communion
with the grace of Oneness.
​Hours pass in that silent romance—
not as one lost
in illusion's wilderness,
but as one restored,
self unveiled,
freed from the shadow of disgrace.

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