In The Sacred Depths Poem by Mystic Qalandar

In the dream, I am immersed in light—
I am the tide of light,
folding back into the lungs of the sea.

Beneath the skin of the sea,
smooth and shimmering,
lies a temple of light,
its bells ringing, whispering to me:

'Your name is the sea of light,
but only within the heart of the soul,
only when you stand in divine silence
deep enough
to hear the chains
of self breaking.'

I keep my ears and eyes
in a diver's stance—
descending into depths unseen—
not to abandon the shore,
but because the depths call me
with their hidden pearls.

Beneath layers of darkness,
one upon another,
rests the priceless treasure of
knowledge and wisdom,
belonging to me since eternity.

I feel the rain of grace upon my skin—
how I am given pearls of knowing,
gnosis divine, unasked,
how it transforms me through
light's awakening,
rooted deep within my fitrah.

And in this sacred depth,
where silence blooms and
self dissolves,
I find my true name—
the sea of light,
ever flowing, ever free,
a boundless tide of love,
returning home to the One.