The Lightscreens Of Your True Self Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Silent thresholds where eternity leans in—
gates of radiant stillness, where your essence
shines, a pulse of the primordial fire
glimmering in the sanctum of being.

The Transparent Wall of Your Soul:
a veil spun from the edges of infinity,
keeper of the innermost throne.
Here, the Real filters the world's encodings
before they inscribe themselves upon you—
a boundary woven of light
and its own sacred shadow.

Behind this luminous membrane
rests the infant dawn of existence,
cradling the first memory of creation:
the hush before the Divine saidBe,
a breath before all known time.

Beside that sacred dawn
sits the faint residue of yesterday—
a dream-forgotten effigy,
a vessel stitched from unspoken longings
and unlit hopes, still yearning for its origin.

Both dwell within you:
the luminous child, keeper of the eternal ember,
holding the blueprint of your truth
in the heart's hidden chambers;
and the tender doll, crafted by the mind's illusions,
trembling before the vast, infinite unknown.

Yet when your heart opens
like a cosmos remembering itself,
the lightscreens surge with ancient brilliance.
The veil dissolves into a final whisper,
and the two children draw together—
one unveiling the timeless name
you carried before your birth,
the other learning the sacred art
of surrendering to the Light
from which all worlds arise.

—November,21,2025