Our Hidden Reality Poem by Mystic Qalandar

We are shaped from eternity;
nothing within us can dim or fade.
Here upon this turning earth,
we awaken to a life
already unfolding from within.

Do not let the dawn slip past
while you linger in sleep—
for morning is a silent summons,
a fresh unveiling
of the Inner Light.

The Hidden One
etched the four seasons
as sacred signs upon the world—
Summer, Winter, Autumn, Spring—
each a lesson
wrapped in a cloak of shifting hues.

We circle through them
as the heavens wheel above,
returning always
to the beginning within.

Now, as Summer exhales
its final breath,
do not grieve its passing.
The birds have flown south
into Winter's hushed hall,
awaiting Spring
to call them home.

When night descends,
we yield ourselves to rest—
for sleep is an appointed gateway,
a descent into the world
behind this world.

Yet we do not wander far
beyond our span of rest,
for every dawn is a new creation,
and we must rise
to greet its first light.

Day and night
turn endlessly—
two breaths
of the Eternal.

And when we waken,
our hearts remember
the One who shaped us,
the One who breathed
His own Breath
to kindle our being.

Guard this trust well:
you were not made
to darken the air with smoke,
but to bear His radiance—
to be light
in a world
starving for dawn.

—November,19,2025