Room Divine? I Queried, Mild. Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Room Divine? I queried, mild.
Try inside… came his secret reply.
He cast a spray of glance—
Upon my wondering eyes—and smiled.
I felt my soul become my Divine Eye,
Awed by the shimmering sight:
The dressed-down beauty of creation,
Where every bud in the garden of being
Unfolded its upper gown to light.
I had wandered through wild nights
To reach the hidden, unseen sun.
Now I stood in awe of such a prize:
The sun's own smile in every blossom.
With a graceful, grander bow,
He took my arm and led me in—
Into each petal of his revelation,
Which I had thought was void of him.
To all confused seekers, this I say:
Proudly I confess—I've found no atom
That lacks the light of his presence.
At last, I've learned how wise it is to see:
Both inside and outside dwell the Room
Of the Hidden Truth, wildly manifest