The Perfect Human Poem by Mystic Qalandar

For me,
the unveiling of my hidden secret
is not merely a journey's dawn—
it is the first ray of eternal love,
gathering me wholly, bearing me
toward the Beloved of all time,
whose radiance pours
upon the heart's vastness
like an enchantment of moonlight.

Divine knowledge
is the path of Truth,
guiding the true lover
to everlasting embrace
with the Real.
It is the polished mirror
where every dust-speck
of the self dissolves,
revealing only the One.

It is the spring of eternal grace,
welling in the hearts of gnostics—
the pure wine of love,
the water of knowing for the thirsty.
It carries souls
into eternity's paradise
from annihilation's desert.
It is Truth's ancient decree:
that mortal clay
be transformed
into the Perfect Human—
a living reflection of the Truth.

And if from this timeless spring
but a single heart-cup is filled,
no worldly desire remains,
no longing for the next endures.
For the true lover, this alone suffices;
all else is vain.
To rest, embraced—
in the Beloved's eternal mercy,
from beyond time's beginning
to beyond its end—
that is enough.