The Journey Toward The Reality Of The Soul Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Every sight unveils the Divine
within the universe's vast, secret hem.
In silence, a symphony of colors plays;
the wind whispers arcane mysteries.
Water flows in ceaseless melody,
greenery stirs with hidden tales,
flowers veil secrets in their scent,
birds bear them off on trembling wings—
into space's depths, an eternal echo.

These calls awaken the heart's secret core;
a faint longing brushes the soul.
But when I dissolve into this tapestry,
Eternal Silence stirs within me—
all clamor hushes there.
No turmoil of self, no fire of desire lingers,
only Immortality's Light, eclipsing every hue.

Every scene is the Beloved; the Lover, a veil of Beauty—
and every veil turns transparent of its own accord.
In creation's colors,
the Lover is the Beloved—
He who is One, He who is Unique.
No "other" exists to behold Him—
He is Himself the Witness, Himself the Witnessed.

He is no thing to seek,
no essence merely found;
in His gaze, manifestations unveil
in Absolute Unity.

Let not the heart wander; let it return—
to the One beyond opposites or equals,
Who breathed whispers to the wind,
gave flow to water, fragrance to flowers,
and moonlight to the night.
He made Man His mirror—
and willed that Man, in mortality's robes,
uncover Everlastingness's secret,
become Baqi-billah (Eternal through God) ;
transcend the body's illusion,
till "I-ness" dissolves—
and only Absolute Essence remains.

Neither scene, nor sight, nor seer endures—
only the Peerless Light, radiant in every atom.
And when this insight dawns—
every sight
becomes the Vision of Truth.


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— MyKoul