Night Supplicatios Of The Unveiled Heart Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Beneath a vault of timeless, whirling forms,
darkness rends the primal light astray.
The Pen of Fate, in unforgetting strokes,
redeems the pattern etched in mortal clay.

Sentinels of an eternal covenant,
they guard the seven spheres' celestial play—
undying sparks in ceaseless orbit drawn,
luring the seeker's gaze beyond the fray.

A luminous sea—thought's restless tide—
where hope's pure flame meets awe's vast hush,
unearths a truth long buried and denied:
Being shatters every brittle mask.

In every pulsing circle, spirit soars
through a cosmos of selfless, roaming fire.
Love's wild torrent floods the hidden veins,
dissolving all into a boundless choir.

From night's ascent to dawn's unspoken grace,
the turning spheres revolve in lovers' trance—
each a mirror to the Hidden Face,
where certain vision sets the soul to dance.

This breathing, star-filled night—gnosis' cry—
bursts the heart's deep gorge in unity's thrall.
No veil remains:
seeker and Sought are one
in the dark nocturne of the heart,
the Infinite unveiled.

—December,30,2025