The Revelation Of Truth Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Truth came to me, a silent guest,
In quietude, unmanifest—
Uncalled by prayer, unclaimed by plea,
A fixed and universal law:
That though thick clouds may cloak the sun,
Its hold is broken, one by one,
By rays that cut the shrouded air
And carve their passage, sure and fair.

Then I awoke—a breath, a birth—
While others, buried in the earth
Of their own error, took for true
The lie they cherished,
through and through.
The window, fastened by decree,
Sprung wide for light, and I could see:
My heart's eyes opened, clear, unsealed,
To wider worlds, now fresh revealed.

The dream was stripped of its disguise;
Each memory, in fractured lies,
Split into cold and honeyed shades,
A spectrum false reflection made.
When the illusion fell away
And veils were drawn from dark decay,
The mountains of the false lay bare—
Dawn's purity possessed the air.

There, where deception's last sparks die,
The soul is born again.Then cry
And know this: every journey starts
When the old self within departs.
Lose the world your hands embraced,
Find depth where every shadow's erased.
Tremble to see, behind the veil,
Puppets enact their maker's tale—
And know the hands that move the thread
Are yours alone. Rise from the dead.

Eyes open through the longest night,
Soul filled with everlasting sight.
Truth stands in solemn, gracious might,
Holding both mercy and the knife—
A crown for those who risk the fall
And offer up their all.

So stand you now in ashes, then,
And taste a truth beyond the pain.
Destiny stirs where innocence ends,
A godlike fire that meets and mends.
The dawn you longed for is your own,
But not for one who slept alone—
No more the self that shuts its eyes
And from the piercing vision flies.

See Truth without, see Truth within,
No stranger now, nor alien.
No separation, no cold art—
Truth beats forever in your heart.

My telling ends: one soul, one breath,
Truth merciless to all false death.

—December,6,2025