The Supreme Perfection Poem by Mystic Qalandar

To feel
this ocean of reality—
free of change,
boundless,
like nothing at all—
yet everywhere
ceaselessly expressing itself,

one must cross
beyond the border
of ordinary perception.

Even the illumined
remain powerless
before its immensity;
even the awakened
cannot bring its truth
within reason's grasp.

It is not a concept,
not a form,
not a relation,
not a definition—

wherever the mind
tries to confine it
within a limit,
there
it escapes every limit.

Being and non-being,
existence and non-existence,
persistence and dissolution—

all such relations
lose their final ground
before this singular reality.

This limitlessness
is not merely a name
for vastness;
it is the awareness
of being free
from the constraints
of bounded, material perception—

and this freedom itself
is the true radiant light.

Free from every distinction,
all phenomena,
in their essence,
are abstract—

not in the sense
that they do not exist,
but because
their existence
is not established
by themselves.

They are not enduring realities,
but determined,
temporary,
impermanent manifestations
of that one reality.

One single essence—
revealing itself
through countless determinations;

one single reality—
multiplying its reflection
in the mirrors
of multiplicity.

This is the true
awareness of freedom:

free from any one place,
free from any one thing,
free from the boundary
of any one self—

freedom diffused
equally everywhere.

Then
where is the subject,
and where the object?

At what point
do the seer
and the seen
stand apart
from one another?

The boundaries of duality
begin to dissolve
like mist beneath
a cloudless sky.

Subject and object
no longer remain
two fixed poles;
they emerge as
different determinations,
different manifestations
of the same reality.

And then
the very act of seeing
becomes a mystery:

the one who sees
is also its manifestation;

the one who is seen
is also its manifestation;

and the light of sight itself
belongs to that same reality.

Pure reality—

the Supreme Perfection.

That perfection
which lies beyond
the grasp of reason and cognition;
that reality
which the mind
cannot confine
within any limit,
form,
relation,
or definition.

Pure from all eternity,
self-established,
transcending every determination—

the ground
without which
every other ground
remains merely relative.

There, even the search
ultimately loses
its status as a search.

For the fruit attained
is not the result
of any outward quest;
it appears
through reality's own
self-disclosure.

What the seeker
believed to be distant,
and therefore kept pursuing,
was never distant at all.

The veil was not upon reality—
it was upon perception.

And when the veil lifts,
no new reality is born;
only
that same reality
stands unveiled
within itself.

This is that luminous reality—
the Supreme Perfection.

The eternal world
of the all-pervading essence—
whether the world of matter
or the world of salvation—
points, in its final relation,
toward that same reality.

Phenomena
appear as multiplicity,
yet in their final relation
rest upon the one reality.

Multiplicity
is not its negation;
it is its manifestation.

Determination
is not its limit;
it is its expression.

And annihilation
is not the end of existence—
it is the collapse
of the illusion of permanence.

This song of transcendence
rises beyond cause and effect,
being and non-being,
existence and non-existence,
and every other opposition.

There,
it becomes impossible
to set one thing
against another.

There,
the boundaries
of subject and object
dissolve.

There,
the seer loses its separateness,
and the seen loses
its independence.

And perception—
having reached
its final limit—

falls silent.

No concept remains,
no form,
no relation,
no name.

No searching,
no attaining,
no seeker,
no sought.

Only—

the silence of reality.

And in that very silence,
where even reason's final word
loses its voice,

the Supreme Perfection,

in its nameless,
limitless,
undetermined light,

is revealed.

—MyKoul