The Essence Indeterminate: the Station Of Ahadiyyah Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Lift your eyes to the east—come, behold—
All is radiance; where has darkness fled?
This is the light of the Unknowable, the dawn of Unity,
Hues and shapes and substance—all dissolved here.

No dust of day, no night's illusion,
No shackle of affirmation, no wilderness of denial.
The knot of ignorance remains untied, the line of knowing undrawn,
Yet the shoreless ocean of knowledge flows without bound.

Every drop of insight lost in the Sea of Being,
Beyond body, beyond essence—sheer Liberation.
Free of matter, untethered from the soul's chains,
Captive neither to time, nor bound to place.

This moment outside time, this point of endless ascent,
The chain of moments—all converge here.
No weight of mere existence, no mirage of witness,
Here rests wisdom's secret, where all mysteries still.

Crowns of being and nothing lie beneath feet, as dust of surrender,
The Essence beyond utterance, every name a veil for the Nameless.
Speech fades; only silence bears witness to Truth.
This silence—the true song of Divine Oneness.

The Absolute Knower Himself, the Eternal Known Himself,
The split of Knower and Known undone here.
Gnosis and recognition—It, It, only It.
Here the Essence knows Itself, beholds Its own Face.

Beyond every beyond—the clear Light of Infinity,
Hidden from every form, unveiled from every veil.
In It the beginning, in It the endless end,
Its throne and earth, Its kingdom of secrets.The Essence Indeterminate:
The Station of Ahadiyyah

Lift your eyes to the east—come, behold—
All is radiance; where has darkness fled?
This is the light of the Unknowable, the dawn of Unity,
Hues and shapes and substance—all dissolved here.

No dust of day, no night's illusion,
No shackle of affirmation, no wilderness of denial.
The knot of ignorance remains untied, the line of knowing undrawn,
Yet the shoreless ocean of knowledge flows without bound.

Every drop of insight lost in the Sea of Being,
Beyond body, beyond essence—sheer Liberation.
Free of matter, untethered from the soul's chains,
Captive neither to time, nor bound to place.

This moment outside time, this point of endless ascent,
The chain of moments—all converge here.
No weight of mere existence, no mirage of witness,
Here rests wisdom's secret, where all mysteries still.

Crowns of being and nothing lie beneath feet, as dust of surrender,
The Essence beyond utterance, every name a veil for the Nameless.
Speech fades; only silence bears witness to Truth.
This silence—the true song of Divine Oneness.

The Absolute Knower Himself, the Eternal Known Himself,
The split of Knower and Known undone here.
Gnosis and recognition—It, It, only It.
Here the Essence knows Itself, beholds Its own Face.

Beyond every beyond—the clear Light of Infinity,
Hidden from every form, unveiled from every veil.
In It the beginning, in It the endless end,
Its throne and earth, Its kingdom of secrets.

Its first appearance, Its echo as well—
In the mirror of existence, only Its shining Presence.
No you remains, no I, no He, no fleeting self—
Only one astonishment—one, and nothing more.

—January, 28,2026