Man, The Ideal Divine Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Born for the sacred way of life,
whispered in the covenant of Alast—
the ecstasy of existence softens
the clamor of earthly being.

Did not God first conceive us
before He painted the heavens,
before He laid the earth,
before all that sways between them?
I am no fool to say
Man was but a second thought,
born after the cosmos.

To dwell on earth was never
ours to choose.
Yet is not man justified
by the choices he makes,
when he carries the divine will
within the vessel of his form?

His inventions, his intentions—
all flow from the unseen source.
His wishes, His desires,
are mirrored in our own.

God is the command: Be!
The creative power rides
with joy and might
upon the human steed,
breaking a thousand leashes—
perhaps a hundred twenty-four thousand!
Ah, what a Magnum!
Ah, what divine delight!

Messengers descend,
aligning our wills with His,
guiding us to the ideal path,
so we may live as prototypes of the divine—
clothed in flesh,
yet breathing the eternal.