Echo Of Self-Knowledge Poem by Mystic Qalandar

When the veil of self is lifted,
truth resounds like an echo—
not fantasy nor fleeting mist,
but a certainty,
solid as the breath of Being.

How long in this dust have I wandered?
I cannot say.
I await only the glimmer of the Real,
that I may name it rightly,
and give it its due.

No more do I chase shadows—
they are but drifting fog,
clouds that vanish in a blink:
illusions, mirages,
tricks of the eye.

Yet within me,
a hidden voice calls on:
"Know your Self,
the secret fire within your soul.
For he who knows himself
already knows his Lord.
Seek your origin,
the divine breath within you."

Stand firm before the whispering self—
veiled adversary, more perilous than armies,
more cruel than any blade.

A quiet courage the eternal Caller bestows:
"You are the bearer of
a light all your own,
not borrowed, not given,
not debt, nor accident.
It has burned since before time,
a holy flame defiant of storms,
refusing extinction."

And when I descend
into the deepest chamber
of the heart,
that fire greets me—
living, radiant, resounding—
a witness to the First Covenant,
the eternal vow inscribed within me:
"Am I not your Lord? "

And my soul replies, eternally:
"Yes. Indeed—Yes! "

—September 4, Self-knowledge