When Sovereignty Returns To The Heart Poem by Mystic Qalandar

In the secret chamber,
beyond the clamor of worlds,
souls—falcons unhooded—
perch upon the Divine wrist.
Their silence spirals, spirals into Radiance,
where every beginning dissolves,
where every beginning fades.

Ancestral wisdom pulses
through the veins of earth,
a living scripture
etched in light,
etched in loam.
Yet we stumble blind,
blind in the fog of forgetting,
ego's thorny vines twisting
into crowns,
feeding on the honeyed poison
of shadowed hearts.

The land breathes—
ancient, luminous—
but neglect awakens
the sleeper's dream:
false mirrors of beauty,
sirens of the surface,
drowning the pilgrim's thirst
for the One Water.
Hearts harden beneath
veils of illusion,
severed from the axis
where Lover and Beloved merge.

Yet no thorn, no shadow,
can eclipse the Sun at the core.
Beneath the alchemical forge of trial,
seeds of haqiqa slumber,
gilded in divine latency,
waiting, waiting for the breath
that rends the seven veils.

Then—
the unveiling.
God's nearness floods the void.
Fear's chains dissolve
in the elixir of awakening.
The soul unfurls its wings,
sovereign in fana,
soaring through the stations
of eternal baqa,
where darkness yields
to boundless Nur.

From the shards of
a fractured cosmos rises
the primordial pact:
Guard the flame upon
the heart's hidden throne.
Let love be the compass
through illusion's labyrinth.
True sovereignty scorns
the scepter of stone and gold—
it ignites, ignites in breasts ablaze
with the Divine Presence,
whole, alive, forever
returning, returning
to the Heart of hearts.

—December,14,2025