Awakening Of Dawn Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The night's veil slips away,
Softly, quietly,
And the gentle light of truth
Flickers all around me.

My eyelids rise—
Ancient iron gates
Wrestling the darkness of night,
So that the unending rain of light
May fall upon them.

False dawn cannot frighten me,
For the true dawn
With silver beams
Kisses awakened eyes
With tender lips.

The long wait ends—
The horizon nears—
Where thirsty eyes
And morning rays become one.
Conscience awakens,
And drinks the first sip
Of life's eternal water.

Golden morning
Creeps through open windows,
Refreshing my being,
Lifting the veil of dreamlike sleep,
As night's mist dissolves into the air.

I rise from a forgotten grave,
Shedding the web of my mind,
Casting every thought,
every toil, every illusion
Into shadowed corners,
Carrying only the truth of light.

The self—
Emerging from its fearful fortress,
Lost in the crowd,
Moves toward the luminous path,
No longer weighed
By ego, deception, or doubt.

In flowers, the scent of spring,
In the buzzing of honeybees,
Is the presence of "Closer than the sun, "
The tenderness of
"Nearer than the jugular vein"—
The source of all fragrance
And sweet melody.

In silence, the light spreads
Like a deep, resonant voice,
And neither worldly noise
Nor the struggle of the self
Can halt its song.

This light, this harmony, this song—
Is no fleeting joy,
But the water that quenches
the soul's thirst.

In this sacred water
Flows the life of all things.
To be truly human,
One must drink from the waters
of knowledge and wisdom,
Each drop
Quenching the soul's thirst,
Illuminating the heart.

—August 30,2025.