Vision Of One Humanity Poem by Mystic Qalandar

We arrive within this world,
And from its grasp we then depart—
A fleeting breath, a whispered spark,
Yet still we plant eternal seeds.

Though hearts may beat, we oft decay,
Forgetting our sacred, primal way—
The Fitrah, pure, untouched, divine,
That binds all souls in radiant light.

Once, we knew the truth entire:
To love without restraint or mire,
At peace within, in kinship vast,
One breath, one pulse, from first to last.

A single dawn, a shared ascent,
One family beneath the firmament.
All that lives in earth or sky
Bears the flame of the Most High.

A million names may grace the air,
Yet He remains—unchanged, aware—
The Living Truth, the Timeless One,
The Source from which all things are spun.

We walk but for a moment's grace,
Then rise like dew to seek our place
Beyond the veil, where spirits soar,
And all illusions are no more.

The unseen world, more real than stone,
A river bright, a cosmic tone—
There, light's great dance forever mends
The places where all breaking ends.

The breath that stirs the golden sun
Courses through all, in all as one—
Through root and clay, through flesh and bone,
The same great breath, the same bright home.

Yet wound this world with heedless hands,
And heaven's balance turns to sand—
Storms will howl, the seas rebel,
Not as doom, but birth's fierce knell.

For change is but perfection's art,
A call to heal the fractured heart,
To wake the Fitrah, wild and free,
And live as we were meant to be.

So heed the first and final law,
The truth no era can withdraw:
One root, one tree, one destiny—
No end, but life eternally.