Bunyan-E-Marsus (The Adamant Foundation) Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The utterance is no mere speech—
it is the revelation of being itself;
no architecture of moral intent,
nor imitation of sculpted sanctity.

As long as distance breathes
between the tongue of appearance
and the heart's unseen interior,
the spider-thread of Divine comprehension
shall not be severed.

Where is that rank of souls?
Where that wall of molten unity?
This is the echo of One Existence—
a hidden flame burning inwardly in each,
afire in rebellion against the self.

When the breath falters,
the motion of creation knots upon itself;
worship remains confined to sight,
and the heart, astray,
wanders the marketplace
of being and nothingness.

A prayer ascends the lips—
yet the sentinel of ego strikes it down.
Such is the sorrowful divide
between word and deed,
where the chamber of solitude
endures the sacred fire of accusation.

Behind the veil of cosmic mystery,
a cry resounded—
a dervish called out,
and the Whole of Being replied.
Yet why does the heart mock
when the decree of the Divine
descends upon existence?

Who turns aside from the Path
is severed from the secret of Being.
From the vanity of the heart
the mysteries of God unfold.
Become disciples of the Prophet—
be helpers of the Divine:
this is the summons.

Rise against the enemy of divine self;
Mystic path is no azure path of illusion,
no sacrifice of wealth or flesh.
It is the commerce of Being—
to shatter the temple within the heart;
this is the jihad of ultimate truth.

The gales of desire shall not
extinguish this flame—
for it is the Light of God,
shining like dawn's first sky.
Rank upon rank,
become a fortress of joined souls.

Drown in the tide of Divine aid,
and become confidants of the Sublime.
These rivers—of knowledge and love—
flow like gardens of paradise
through the corridors of unitive vision.

Until the sun of Divine victory
rises within you—
be the helpers of God;
for therein,
the Living Presence of the Eternal
unfolds through you.

—November,13,2025