The Call Of Truth (Key Of 'the Real Within The Real') Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I know—
even your darkness, in its depth,
leads toward your own light.

The universe is your mirror;
your radiance streams through every dust-grain,
and within my being,
your pulse flows.

I feel—
the inner gate was never closed,
only I had slept,
lost beneath the veils of forgetting.

Here—
each breath is scented
with your nearness;
each particle trembles
in awe of your love.

The mountains of illusion,
the chains of deceit,
the fetters of fear—
a single ray of inner knowing
silenced them,
as smoke fades
into the blue of air.

I found myself again—
a drop falling back into the sea,
waking to realize
it was never apart—
it was the sea.

From the farthest edge of being,
a sound rose—
your name.

The Light of Muhammad ﷺ
became the lamp of my journey.

My "I" sank into your "You, "
till no shade of separation remained;
and now each breath
echoes only your call.

I have come to see—
every harsh path
leads to you;
every shroud of loss
reveals your hidden face.

This is the wisdom of union:
each atom's heart
beats with your glory.

When light's abundance
blinded my eyes,
a voice rose from within—
"Return to the origin,
to the place
where you and I
are both undone."

In prostration, I tasted that rapture
which forgets itself
between seeking and being found—
a station unseen by eyes,
unheard by ears.

Now I know—
peace lies neither in finding
nor in losing,
but in that eternal call
that shatters the center of "I, "
till only your sound remains:
Hu… Hu…

O Essence—
who echoes
within every heartbeat,
who buffs your own mirror
with the water of your Kawthar,
who washes illusion clean
till unity's face gleams clear—

grant me the sight
to see only You;
let my eye become Your eye,
my hearing Your whisper,
my silence Your word.

—November,2,2025