The Truth Alone, All Else Vain Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The radiance of dawn—
such beauty,
that even the sun of the world
bows in prostration,
hiding itself behind veils of modesty.

Soft as silk, luminous in delicacy,
a purity so bright
that the cosmos pales
before its single gleam.

When its effulgence drowned my eyes,
my sight abandoned
the borders of morning light.
And then I beheld that darkness—
the same deep womb
from which rivers of light surge forth.

There, my own beginning was revealed:
I too was born
from the abyss of nonbeing.

Within its essence was only Spring,
an eternal Spring—
a Spring whose gift
was the crown of the Highest Throne.

Queen of Beauty and Life,
fragile yet unconquered,
sovereign in her realm—
who reigns over Spring
and turns the fleeting moment into eternity.

I beheld her
behind the black veils of my own self.
Such radiance it was
that my ego became a candle,
burning away till only ashes remained.

A beauty eternal—
tender and majestic,
ever-green in the garden of being,
scattering its fragrance through space,
while the echo of "I am Truth"
rolled upon the winds.

A single visage—
where only the light of life dances,
where death can never raise its shadow,
where the very essence of my existence
sings in the rapture of union.

An undying Reality—
in whose unity
rings the melody of Beauty and Majesty.

I beheld it in the deep of vision,
and in the seeing,
my soul became flame—
the flame of love, the flame of annihilation,
fragrant with the breath of eternity.

That traveler drifting upon the river of worlds,
ever flowing toward union.

An eternal voice—
clear, radiant, unveiled:
The Truth is the journey,
The Truth the traveler,
The Truth the end.

—September 24,2025