Where All Barriers Are Just Illusions Poem by Mystic Qalandar

It arrives
as a formless cloud
of primal glow,
drawing me
into its boundless embrace—

slipping through
the sealed lids of sight,
past veils of shadow,
like sunlight through
the clear panes
of the soul's ladder,
unhindered,
crystalline.

What I deemed barrier
melts in surrender:
mere illusion,
thin as glass
in the world of dreams.

I inhale
its ancient warmth,
its radiance,
scenting the sunrise
of a hidden treasure
before dawn stirs
from forever.

My heart unfurls
a secret garden
of inner truth;
beneath its soil,
streams of reality
flow unbound—
unmeasured,
pouring
in endless cascade.

So much light,
yet nothing foreign,
nothing apart:
purified in stillness,
distilled through
the inner lake
of perfect clarity,
the polished mirror
of the Beloved.

Nothing wasted,
nothing lost—
it rises
from its own depths,
the vast, silent ocean
of oneness,
self-born,
infinite.

—January,24,2026