In The Veil Of The Secret Word Poem by Mystic Qalandar

In The Veil Of The Secret Word

In the delicate veil of the Secret Word,
a hidden light flickers,
holding timeless witness.
On the pages of Revelation,
in the stillness of night,
it descends—
a secret matter delivering its message
to the depths of existence.

Each ray of wisdom,
each tender light of knowing,
falls drop by drop
into the mirror of the soul.
In the heart, it becomes
the lullaby of origin's peace.
In the chamber of eternal knowledge,
radiant verses are written
in the language of silence—
where words dissolve,
and shadows of time evaporate.
Only the echo endures,
rising from the spirit's depth.

Here, the lock of doubt yields;
silence itself becomes revelation.
The shadow of mercy flows quietly
through the galaxy of knowledge.
At the meeting of heaven and earth,
a single glory shines—
the guardian of being and non-being.

The anthem
"There is no god but Him" resounds
in every atom of creation,
the heartbeat of existence moving
by the light of His name.
When gnosis illuminates,
the border between—
truth and falsehood is revealed
to the awakened heart.
All shadows dissolve;
the veiled heavens open
like revelation itself.

In the mirror of the soul,
a glimpse of the Real—
in a single moment—
becomes the knowledge of union.
This is the inward voice of gnosis:

Cleanse the heart.
Descend into the still depth of the self,
where no dust of desire remains,
no thunder of time—
only the light placed in hearts
before beginning,
that light upon light may dwell
in the altar of the heart.

Then the smoke of self,
waning in its frailty,
takes the road to nothingness.

When the heart thickens with sin,
this light of knowing plants
the banner of guidance
on the horizon of being,
and man rises again
in the breath of light.
In its radiance, begin to heal
the wounds of the soul;
in the tender light of unity,
every corner of the self
finds its true reflection.

This is the hidden call of knowledge:
Purify yourself.
Descend into the secret quiet,
where desire cannot reach,
nor time make sound—
only that ancient light remains,
kept in the heart from eternity,
that light upon light may dwell
in the heart's sanctuary,
and the veil of self fade
into the path of nothingness.

—November,10,2025

Thursday, November 13, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: falsehood,light,plants
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