In The Sanctuary Of The Self Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Whenever I turn my gaze
toward the core of my own being,
toward that sacred sanctuary within—
every atom of my existence
bursts forth with infinite radiance,
and the eternal light, hidden in my depths,
becomes a flowing stream of heart's blood
from my weeping eyes.

Then, in that state of divine intoxication,
my soul cries out to the Eternal Cupbearer:
O Kaaba of my heart! O Secret of all Creation!
I would lay a thousand thrones and heavens
as an offering at your threshold—
yet to step beyond your door
is itself a sacrilege;
that futile migration I cannot allow.

I have traversed the seven valleys of multiplicity
and the vast horizons of existence;
I have beheld the countless, magnificent palaces
of the world's wonders—
but never have I encountered a unity like Yours,
nor such a mystery of grace,
nor a manifestation of being so radiant.
You are that Ancient House,
hidden in every moment,
yet revealed in every soul.

Whenever I ponder the sign of Your signlessness,
my tearful eyes are immersed in ecstasy,
and my heart, in Your remembrance,
does not merely remember—
it dissolves into Your very being,
so completely
that the wave of existence
and the river of selfhood,
before that boundless goblet,
become but a single drop of 'I.'

MyKoul