The Vast Mirror Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The mystery's cold chambers,
the outskirts of dark clouds—
the most radiant face hides
what lies beyond existence.
I do not know how to love Him.

Veiled in transcendental cloaks,
that Being reveals Himself
in the epiphanies of phenomena,
in forms—
mirrors where He is manifested
in countless shapes.

And I wonder why
He chose me as His vicegerent,
made me a vast mirror for Himself,
in whom He spreads
the reflection of His beauty,
through whom He grants
awareness of His own being.

Yet even as He is manifest,
He shows me only as much
as I can lose myself within Him.

His radiant face is seen by the seeker
even in clouds of darkness—
beyond the deep light of that sun.
When I am nowhere,
even then I see Him
in the garment of darkness.

I am drawn toward that light
I first saw on the day
He breathed the first breath into me—
the Day of Alast,
that day in which I still live.

Truth slipped into a universe
to express itself.
It found no other way
to press its light into me.
And I grew luminous within—
a flame never to be extinguished,
because It was yearning
to appear in my guise.

My inner self,
filled with consciousness and with light—
then I knew:
my true self
will never be shadowed,
neither by demons
nor by the deceptive illusions
of the ego.

—MyKoul