Beyond The Veils Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Beyond the veil of thought,
an unseen current,
a secret undertow,
draws me inward.

In the hush of sleep, in the clamor of waking,
it stirs—a voice felt, not heard,
guiding me toward a borderless realm
by a single, unbreakable thread.

Through corridors of memory,
through the valleys of forgetting,
it leads me toward a hidden world
where echoes linger like autumn leaves
clinging in restless air.

The world of thought unravels,
its paths effaced,
dissolving into the indistinct dark.
Yet as it dwindles, warmth remains:
a presence beneath the skin,
a whisper in the marrow—
a secret tide bearing me ever nearer.

Weightless, never alone,
in the unseen hands I rest,
a soul encircled by unspoken favor.
The hidden One hovers close,
a river bending before my gaze,
its waters dividing into veils of luminous mist.

Around my heart, whispers entwine;
each pulse kindles a silent flame,
a wordless utterance I wholly understand.
This current is mercy,
this grasp—destiny.

Emerging from the shadow of fear,
rising beyond illusion's veil,
I flow past the measure of days
into a silent dominion
where every rhythm of mortality is shed.

A light shines—
not blinding, but unwavering—
where the lost are welcomed home,
and every captive soul is set free.

Here,
borne on the wings of love, I ascend,
hearing a music fainter than sound.
There is no final step,
no falling, no striving—
only the gentle cradle
of boundless life,
where peace receives peace,
and peace answers.

'O Allah, You are Peace itself,
From You flows the endless peace.
To You all peace returns,
Greet us, our Lord, with peace.
Admit us into the abode of peace,
Blessed are You,
O Lord of Majesty and Grace! '

—September 12,2025