Eternal Light: The Heart Of Manifestation Poem by Mystic Qalandar

No sun is lit here, no star is born,
No world's fire leaps to life.
Only the endless field of being
Holds the uncreated light.

When vision woke,
Each glance became a flash of knowing—
Eyes, ears, and thought, remade,
All form resolving into radiance.

Behind the veil of what seems real,
Each line contains a sacred rite.
In the deep quiet of the shade,
The fiat'Be' begins its pulse—
That first and final light.

An ancient vow, a breath of Alast,
Sends the soul on its ascent.
Be still and hear—
Within the heart's immense and hollow core,
The undying flame is resident.

In every wave's slow heave,
In every wind's soft sigh,
In every murmur of the night—
From bitter thorn to petal's bloom,
From silent dust to starry height,
All life is light.

Look through the lens of true perception,
Where every shadow yields.
Beneath the darkness, see the gleam—
The hidden nucleus, unveiled.

Light is existence's own crown,
Proclaims all things from light are sprung,
And breathes through endless seas of life,
Of song, of voice, of illumination.

Each silent longing, every secret kept
From common sight,
Dances upon the soul's own breath—
Summoned by eternal light.

The heart that whispers 'Yes'
Vibrates with a mystic tone.
Worlds age and pass through time's long hand,
But essence stands—immersed in light, alone.

Then Truth arises, stark and bright,
Past shape, into the boundless source—
Not shade or echo, but the Sun itself,
The unbegun, the primal light.

Whoever meets this gaze at last,
And lets the small self die,
Sees clearly: All that is, has been,
Or will be—is Eternal Light.

—November,21,2025