The Friends Of Allah Poem by Mystic Qalandar

From the azure silence of eternity
emerge the Perfect Ones—
seeds of the stars,
grains of the light of "Kun."

Within their souls flows the same ecstasy
awakened by "Be, and it is, "
beyond the nets of time,
where the eternal and primordial breath
has been breathed into them.

Suns hidden in dust—
within their chests, the melody of "La ilaha illa Hu, "
tearing the veils of darkness,
revealing the mysteries
of the boundless ocean of Oneness.

Every flame a light of the Self,
every song a hymn of Truth,
every silence a guardian of secrets,
every moment a mirror of Reality.

Upon the tablet of destiny
they draw their own lines—
no chains of fear,
no collar of grief.

Their song is "None exists but He, "
rising from silence,
returning to vanish into silence.

"Truth! Truth! Truth! " they cry—
in the fusion of fire and light,
unveiling hidden realities,
as though in dawn's ascent
the essence of the Real stands unveiled.

Every particle, in the ocean of Unity,
forsakes its "I"
to be shaped into "He, "
absorbed in annihilation,
attuned to the secret of eternity.

Light and fire, stillness and rapture—
each moment a melody,
each breath a song.

These travelers, lost in eternity's lullaby,
recognize themselves
in the light of the Truth.

And they walk—
dissolved in the breath of the Real,
lighting the lamps of the eternal secret,
obliterating their "I"
to descend into the ocean of "Hu."

October,11,2025