The Axis Of Creation — The Perfect Human Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Throne, footstool, tablet, pen—
all revolve in hushed obedience around the Perfect Human.

The breath of existence,
the pulse of worlds—
beats for the Perfect Human.

In every particle, in the circuits of stars,
he stands as the hidden center.

Fajr and Maghrib—the two horizons of being—
unfold for him alone.

From the Rahman's breath, spring blossomed—
he was its secret-keeping flower.

What descended from exalted stations—
blessing, inscribed solely for him.

He is the drop—
and the boundless ocean yearns for it.

Whispers of eternity, messages of Truth—
all inscribed in his name.

Divine light shines through his form;
the Rahman reveals Himself within him.

"I am your secret, you are Mine"—
whispered into his soul.
Behind veils,
treasures of knowledge and art
await his awakening.

With a stir of his heart,
the heavens bow in silent obedience.

If he recognizes himself,
the cosmos gathers within his expanse.

The wine of inner gnosis presses upon him—
ceaseless, unseen.

But if he strays into heedlessness,
his breaths dissolve into meaninglessness—
each moment bitter,
every end incomplete.

Rise!
You are no mere drop—
you are the shoreless edge of the ocean.

The throne and the dust beneath your feet
tremble with your breath.

You are the mirror
where the Divine Face appears unveiled.

The secret of Muhammadan light
lies dormant within you.

You are cup, wine, and cupbearer—
drinker and pourer, all in one.

An endlessly unfolding presence,
flowing in every direction.

You are the Pole, the Succor,
bearer of the Trust—
God's shadow upon the earth.

In every station of nearness,
your name is whispered without end.

The true believer—
whose soul is radiant with light—
becomes a world unto himself,
a living revelation.

No Caesar, no king reaches this station—
a light exalted beyond all empires.

Secrets of the placeless, the timeless—
inscribed within his gnosis.

Know yourself—
and the world becomes your reflection.

Earth is yours, the heavens yours—
you are sovereign of the inner realm.

The world still awaits
such a mirror—
where the echo of "Be! " lives on.

Who dissolves in Truth
and meets Reality unveiled—
he alone drinks the endless gnosis,
he alone—
the Perfect Human.

MyKoul