Bird Piligrims To Heavens Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Dawn breaks—primal light
descending through veils of origin.
Birds sing as though the verses of Qur'an
have turned to voice,
knowing a new gate has opened.

This is the day of flight,
of ascent into union,
of reaching celestial secrets.
I am a wandering bird of love.
In my wings, the brilliance of the East,
the hidden call of the West.

I am lost in flight within the tavern
of eternal skies.
I rise from the margins of time,
renouncing creation's deceptions,
offering the beauty of clay.

Thought becomes the secret song
of sacred will.
The throne of majesty dissolves into truth;
the heart's concealed depth
cries out for solace,
burning in eternal light.

I rise
from nothingness' hushed border
toward the orbit of unseen destinies.
Not to be a hero,
but to break free from dust's captivity,
to dissolve in the vastness of beyond-place.

And there—
a whisper,
a voice from eternity, meant for me alone:
"You are upon the earth
and in the infinite heights."

—September 15,2025