Fear Not The Great Transition Poem by Mystic Qalandar

O Seeker—
behold the First Fire:
crimson world, hearth of Becoming.
Its dance is desire,
its blaze intoxicating.

But linger not,
lest the vessel of Self
be scorched to silence.

Step onward
into the Unfathomable—
the black womb of space,
where form dissolves
and the storm is hushed
to a single, eternal dhikr.

And lo—within that silence:
a revelation.
The boundless Nur,
originless, timeless,
rises from the depth
of your own ruh.

This is Awakening—
the hidden key turning
between one breath
and the next,
unlocking the secret of the Qalb.

Its warmth is no flame
but a million unseen suns,
gathering close,
weaving about you
an aegis of living steel—
a lattice of firm belief,
drawn from the well
of the Haqq, the Absolute.

Fear not this Crossing—
the instant the gaze turns inward,
and breath dissolves
into the cosmic Ruh al-Qudus.

For in surrender—
measureless, free—
you do not fall,
but are cradled by the Seed,
led timeless
to the Luminous Throne.
The Wheel turns.

The Veil parts.
Your eyes awaken
to a dawn unimagined.
Your ears hear
the chorus of unborn worlds.

Your tongue tastes
the primordial waters—
the Zamzam of creation.
Your breath rides
the first sacred wind.

Your being streams forth,
a river of diamond flame.
The Sun, faithful sigil
on heaven's scroll,
resumes its golden invocation.

And the Cosmos itself,
with a breath of starlight,
whispers to you
the secret of return—
to the Pen and the Preserved Tablet,
Aeon unto aeon—
a beginning without end.

—September 27,2025