Into The Valley Of Light Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Storm gathers—
shadows fold beyond the bounds of self,
weightless upon the shoulders of the One.

The sea of thought dissolves—
boundless, unmeasured.
Doors collapse, walls vanish—
and from the silent core
where silence blends with being,
I step—
I step into the valley of Light itself.

Night lingers, a fading dream;
winds howl the song of separation,
yet each fracture
births the seed of unity,
and every hush
cradles the hidden hymn
where becoming itself
is undone.

I walk—
I walk into the valley of Light,
where all divisions end.

The tree bends but is never sundered,
the river forgets its course
only to find itself again
in the sea's embrace.

My heart falters and dissolves—
learning the ceaseless rhythm of rising—
into the nameless void
that contains all names,
into the valley of Light
that enfolds all being.

Every closed gate is an invitation,
every shadow a radiant birth.

I am not the fragment,
not the weight,
not the illusion—
I am the eternal turning,
the ascent into oneness.

Where words evaporate,
and thought ceases to linger,
I walk—
I find—
I am Light,
in the valley of Light,
and the valley of Light is me:

Timeless, self-dreaming,
a single flame
threading all creation,
being itself
awake as being.

—November,14,2025