The Dawn Of Inner Victory (The Wings Of Gnosis) Poem by Mystic Qalandar

This is not the chronicle
of a battlefield,
but the dawn spilling
from the soul's own struggle—
a moon risen full
from seas of night.

When the self unshackles
desires once enslaved,
the mystery of perfection
touches the heart.
Then, that celestial hymn is hummed—
a prelude to the descent
of perfect peace.

The Self, a high-soaring bird,
dissolves into the Majesty of Truth—
the shoreless destination,
the wellspring of life everlasting.

Beneath the shade of
the Lote-Tree of Bliss,
in the light of a covenant
with Eternal Contentment,
each heart renews
its vow of fidelity,
standing sentinel
on the path of Truth.

As veils of falsehood
are drawn away,
Divine Light reveals Itself.
Secrets of past, present,
and time to come
are laid bare.

In dawn's and dusk's psalm
lies the secret of life's continuance—
each moment a remembrance,
each hour a thought of the Beloved.
This is the recognition of Divine Perfection.

Stern against deception,
yet merciful, dwelling among the faithful,
in bowing and prostration's sacred atmosphere,
one feels the radiance
of Muhammadan grace.

This is the Inner Victory—
the resonant call of Light,
the wings of Gnosis,
the key to the gate of Reality.
It brings solace to the spirit,
radiance to life.

O traveler on Truth's path,
this way leads
to the Manifest Victory awaiting—
the glad tidings
of triumph in both worlds.

—November,21,2025