The Tablet Of Primordial Nature Poem by Mystic Qalandar

When first you dawned,
O traveler of eternal light,
you wore no shroud of creed—
neither Hindu nor Muslim.
No limiting name had claimed you,
no mark of fate was etched upon your brow.
No boundary defined your being,
no fleeting title took root—
you were a solitary breath of life,
submerged in the fathomless depths of the Divine.
You were the Secret, whispered in the void,
the hidden crown of boundless existence.

No barrier encircled you then—
no prison of color, no heavy scent of earth,
no iron chain of density—
only the sovereign principle of Oneness.
Within your gaze shimmered
the reflection of the Preserved Tablet.
Within your soul resonated
the primordial echo: "Am I not your Lord? "
You were the question itself,
and the Enigma's own reply.
You were Absolute Love,
the silent worship of the Nameless.

Then the fleeting world bestowed on you
the fractured alphabet of multiplicity.
In every letter, a link in the chain of division;
in every name, a wall of separation raised.
Each title became a false destiny,
each word, a veil of gathering dusk.
You fragmented, particle by particle—
lost in the prisms of color and lineage,
entrapped in the golden illusions of religion
and the hollow borders of the nation-state.

Yet your essence remains the Ocean of Unity—
you were never a mere grain of sand.
Though cast in the dust of this mortal realm,
you are the sculpting of Celestial Clay:
a theophany of the Eternal Essence,
the leaven of innate and uncreated light.

Peer now into the song-chamber of your heart,
O seeker of the hidden pulse.
That child of primordial nature breathes still—
an eternal awakening, forever at dawn.
The same pure simplicity remains,
the same Truth, severed from every bond.
It whispers from beneath the hidden crown:
"I am the Truth."

All else is but a film upon the eyes—
the mirage of distance, the theater of the many.
If you reclaim your primordial station,
every face becomes your looking-glass.
In every heart, the conflagration of Unity;
in every soul, the one Divine Light.
What is yours is mine—
the shared secret of every atom.

Come, let us read this Tablet of Primordial Nature,
inscribed upon the parchment of the eternal heart.
Here, no line of duality is drawn,
no ledger of mine or thine is kept.
Only one radiant Word remains,
burning through the dark:
"I am the Truth"—
and naught but the Real exists.

—MyKoul