The Divine Inside Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I stand before the mirror, still—
Who sparks the light I seem to feel?
You hold no glow, no flame, no fire,
Just borrowed light that might inspire,
Yet lead the Watcher, calm and real.

Through morning gold and midnight deep,
His gaze remains, a watchful keep.
Not lit by sun or moon above,
But by a quiet flame of love.
I hear His whisper, soft and near—
A starlit voice that only I can hear.

With every breath, a secret flows,
Like petals where the sunrise grows.
O shining star that lights the sky,
You leave your embers in my eye—
A warmth that melts the hardest stone,
A light my soul has always known.

Your words fall down like silver rain,
And wash away the deepest pain.
Each note a thread, each phrase a spark—
A song of love that lights the dark.
And as your melody draws near,
The veils of illusion disappear.

O radiant sun who lives inside,
You turn my thoughts into a tide.
Each moment swells, each heartbeat sings—
The world reborn on silent wings.
You color dreams in shades of blue,
And open skies I never knew.

It's You who helps my soul to see
The truth in all things—wild and free:
Forever bright, forever kind—
Forever holy, forever divine.