The Reality Of Realities Poem by Mystic Qalandar

O Reality of all realities,
O Origin from which all origins arise—
You alone are the Master,
and in every form of surrender,
You are the one who bows.

From You flows all knowing;
by Your light, recognition awakens.
It is Your gaze that sees through every eye,
Your order that steadies the mind.

You shaped the human being
as a vessel of wonder—
a crystal so clear
that within it
You behold Your own face.

You are the hidden Secret
at the core of my being—
the command and its unfolding,
the silence from which both arise.

Beyond being, beyond its absence,
You remain—whole, unbounded,
untouched by every limit.

If You are my essence,
what prison can time or death impose?
I am not confined to their passing shadows,
nor to the illusion
that I could ever stand apart from You.

My dignity is not earned—
it is given in being:
a single reflection
of Your infinite reality.

Truth walks with me—
not ahead, not behind,
but as the very ground of each step,
across the earth
and through the unseen heights.

You are my source in every form of care—
the tenderness of mother,
the strength of father—
and I, in all my forms,
a gesture of Your love.

Draw me into Your nearness;
let Your radiance fall
upon my face
and settle within my heart.

All things, and I among them,
emerged from Your hidden depth—
one breath unfolding,
one light becoming many.

You became the lover of Your own beauty,
dreaming worlds into being—
laughing, expanding into joy,
weaving stories
only You could ever hear.

In my heart,
You are both
the love that burns
and the Beloved it seeks.

By Your fire, the self dissolves;
by Your coolness, it rests—
and in that stillness,
a quiet smile appears.

The mind spins its passing worlds—
countless forms arising and fading—
blossoms of joy,
and clouds that drift away.

In harmony with all that is,
I come to know:
to know You
is to awaken to myself.

And there is no path but this—
You are the way,
and the one who walks it,
and the place it leads.

MyKoul