Nothingness Is Farce Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Nothingness is a farce—
a shadow-veil the restless nafs devised
to flee the Radiant ʿAyn.

Even in fanā's hush,
when breath dissolves into the primal Hu,
the Shāhid endures—
witnessing, gnostic, inexorable.

You name it ʿAmā's abyss,
yet ṣabr's silence overflows:
arcane torrents of Wujūd
churn in its hidden heart.

Where you imagined nullity,
the Bāṭin lifts its veil—
fajr's auric blaze
behind the sealed eye.

Seek nothingness—
you shall find the Qā'im,
defying all erasure.

No nothingness—only fullness concealed.
Only the veiled ʿAyn al-Wājib
whispering kun unto itself.

Nothingness is a farce,
for all that manifests is Hu—
unveiling without cease.

At every moment,
the Divine is at work—
ever in a new affair.

MyKoul