The Renaissance Of The Soul Poem by Mystic Qalandar

That day—
a radiant silence,
blooming behind the veils
of the unmanifest—
you emerged:
a whisper of light no dawn had made,
unsealing the hidden
chambers of my inner being.

Why? How?
No image could hold you,
no gaze remain intact before you.
Yet within your depth
an infinite light stirred—
one my being had known
before its first breath.

I stilled within your gaze.
A boundless bliss unfolded—
that One
I had sought
through shifting masks of illusion,
through labyrinths
of paths that rise and vanish.

You alone are my source—
no accident, no wandering chance,
but a command
older than time's first breath:
a light remembering its sun,
the soul turning back to its origin—
beyond the shadow-play of death.

In the stillness of that light,
I hear the command:
I surrender now
to the Presence
rising from within my depths—
like dawn dissolving into the sun,
like longing undone
in the call of that One.

The seeker loses his quest
in that sacred void,
where seer and seen
fall into none.

Understand—
if the mind can bear its edge—
this is no passing echo,
but the eternal call:
the command "Be"
alive in every particle.

In loving you,
I reclaim what was always mine—
my soul recognizing its source.
The drop, at last, finds within
that ocean of light
which was, is, and shall be.

MyKoul