The Eternal Journey Of Sacred Light Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Perhaps this is that sacred light
Which has pulsed since eternity
In the heart of the universe.
Its burning is essential—
To erase the darkness
And give meaning to existence.
This is the fire that for centuries
Has trembled on the walls of—
human conscience,
Wearing new words in every era,
Calling out to lost souls:
"Your home awaits you."

When the Lord sang
the melody of Alast,
That moment wasn't
just for the children of Adam.
Mountains heard its echo,
Rivers carried it in their waves,
And even in the hearts of birds
Who had not yet grown wings
This tune settled:
"We will all return home."

Even today, this candle remains lit—
In dusty alleys,
On nameless paths
That lead from the heart to paradise.
This light doesn't merely show the way;
It becomes the journey and the destination.

If a traveler lost in the morning
Holds the hand
of the Eternal Guide by evening,
Their book of life—
On heart, eyes, ears, and soul—
Begins to recite verses
Whose words are not words, but an echo:
"How long have you been here?
Your home awaits! "

Then the chains fall away by themselves,
For in the light of truth
They are merely clouds of smoke.
Eyes don't just see stars,
They become stars themselves—
Turning night into day,
And day into eternity.

Because this sacred candle
never extinguishes;
It is that eternal fire
Which guides every lost soul
To its original home.