A Call From Eternity Poem by Mystic Qalandar

In the tunnels of the soul—
shadowed and deep—
desire's echoes tremble,
rolling like thunder
veiled in cloud.

A voice whispers—
soft, clear—
the keeper
of my soul's first vow.

Sometimes it strikes like lightning,
fierce and bright,
splitting the heart's
barren night.

Other times,
a breeze born of dawn—
gentle, fleeting—
stirs the spirit into ease.

This is my path:
a ceaseless stream,
a melody of radiant gleam,
drifting wild
from dream to dream,
awakening the pearl of Alast in me.

Head bowed low,
reverence deep—
where restless mystics
pray and weep,
where wayfarers
of the Mi'raj climb,
thirsting
for the Divine.

My eyes are shut—
yet inwardly,
the heart's gaze pierces,
bright and keen.

In life's chalice,
pure and wide,
that same unveiled light
abides.

With every breath,
the timeless pours,
dissolving
all imagined shores.

My soul still knows
that ancient strain—
the song of Alast,
sweet and plain—
beyond the clutch
of hours,
it hums
each longing
into light.

Dusk and dawn
sway in rhythm,
heartstrings
chanting
the eternal lay.

Time's great river—
vast, bright—
flows onward
in endless light.

I sing the One
in beauty's frame,
where every spark
reflects the Flame—
each atom bright
with truth's own face,
a mirror
held
in unblemished grace.