When The Inner Eye Awoke Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The inner eye awoke—
A spark, and the heart's sky
Blazed with a new sun.

Knowledge fell,
Wisdom dripped like mercy,
Soaking the soul's barren ground.

Under truth's fierce gaze,
Each grain of heart-sand
Shone, fully revealed.

Two wander in the timeless desert:
One chases mirages, parched and restless;
The other, veiled in worlds, lit from within,
Cuts starlit roads through night.

One bound in glittering chains of show,
The other empty, holding a quiet sea—
Its silent tide pulls him home.

Truth rooms with the pure in longing,
Their cries free of want,
Carrying only the perfume of what is.

The inner gate swings wide
For hearts like clear water:
They fall—and rise—bird-light,
To drink the sun directly.

Gnosis whispers: Vision is not of the eye,
But the heart's lit wick.

Poverty is the spirit's expanse.
Wealth, God's gentle hand.

The Way murmurs: Bow.
Heaven meets you.
Past noise, sink into silence—
Follow the ocean-road.

Share without name.
Flow like the river.

This remains: Worth is not in title or dust,
But in the heart's yielding.
Rank is not gold,
But the scent of absence,
The quiet flame that draws closeness near.
Close your eyes—see with the heart's light.

—November,28,2025