Revelation Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I was the hush of a whisper—
a breath beneath a mud-walled home,
a nameless ripple in the ocean,
emerging: distinct, yet still entwined.

Then I fell into a swoon,
became deaf, dumb, and blind.
But dawn pressed light upon my brow,
and woke me like a long-lost dream.
No more hiding in folds of shadow,
no more forgetfulness or guise—
no veils remain, no borrowed name.

I am a seed within the light,
and light within the seed—
not wholly known, not wholly lost—
a shimmer of being
folded in the Great Unseen,
where only the soul recalls:
we were never apart—
no I, no You.

If I appear, it is to unveil—
for every step toward the Source
is a step into myself.
Each movement asks a question;
each question births a paradox.

Let the unseen in me burn
brighter than all names and faces.