A Happy Morning Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The dawn inhales a quiet breath,
and in that hush, the day begins its sacred pilgrimage.
I surrender to the cosmic tide,
flowing toward its source—
where the heart's passion is kindled,
and hope, a sacred lamp, finds its light.

The night's dark veil has lifted;
the world washed clean in morning's gentle grace.
A waking dervish on the path,
I listen to the subtle dhikr of the day,
and it murmurs hidden mysteries to me—
whispers of the unseen al-ghayb,
and divine truths yet to be born.

By the grace of the Most Gracious,
the ships of my dreams glide through the ether,
filled with luminous grace,
emerging from the shadow of night.
They enter the sanctum of my heart,
bearing the fragrance of eternity,
a reflection of the sacred light
that crowns the morning sky.

—September 3,2025.