Secret For Mankind Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The Truth of truths rends time's fragile veil,
unsealing what was hidden in the Beloved's tavern—
a radiance rising for humanity's caravan,
like dawn's wine answering the thirst of night.

Soon, when hearts bow beneath the weight of Truth
and it claims its throne within them,
the Unseen will yield its innermost meaning:
the breath the Merciful breathed into Adam.

This wine of sacred poverty refuses the proud,
poured only for those emptied at the Hidden Door.

The sun of unveiling ascends—shadows withdraw;
blind inner sight awakens in lā ilāha illā Allāh.

One breath from the Beloved stirs the soul's secret,
calling vast sobriety from the ego's dream.

Nations tremble; salt-domes sink into dust—
yet lovers enter a peace beyond knowing,
a stillness untouched by time.

The unveiled secret: love of the Real—endless mercy,
like dawn widening across the world's mirage,
Oneness glimmering through each passing form.

Dualities loosen and fall before the One—
an inner covenant of justice and intimacy rising.

From the rose of the East to the phoenix of the West,
from the silence of the North to the gathering South,
an unquenchable light pours forth—
polishing the mirror of the heart,
guiding the wayfarer, mending every fracture,
reviving what pride had left to die.

In the hour when even stations are undone,
the spirit slips beyond imagination's narrow cell
into the vastness of true existence.

No trumpet's cry, no blinding blaze—
only a whisper of remembrance,
soft as dawn within the heart.

Those who hear become embodiments of peace,
keepers of safety in a world starved of grace.

Thus calls the One—
Originator of the heavens,
the Ever-Living Reality.

The Secret draws near; illumination breaks.
At the sorrowing rim of the heart it lingers—
unseen by eyes, unheard by ears.

— MyKoul