Great Is My True Being Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Great is my True Being—
great beyond all praise or name;
Its essence divine,
unsearchable, unreachable—
a hidden pearl lost in boundless haze.

No heart may trace Its vanished shore,
no thought unveil Its inward flame;
for It alone is knower and known—
the Light that shone before all light became.

Let not the lips of sleep speak praise;
silence holds what words betray.
The blind of soul dream vain forms,
but lovers behold the Living Gleam.

Its Throne—Authority unseen—
extends beyond horizon and time;
heaven and earth in Its embrace
move to the rhythm of Its rhyme.

Sole Authority, one without two,
the Source, the Breath, the Ever-True;
through every age Its mercy flows,
the seed of life in all that grows.
The fallen It lifts, the weary It stills,
the bowed are raised where Love fulfills.

Blessed are those who call It near,
yet hold no name, yet feel It clear;
their hope a flame, their faith the sea—
their souls adrift in ecstasy.
Maker of heaven, earth, and sea—
the True Being breathes through all that be.

O praise the True Being!
Each dawn renews Its silent Name,
each dusk folds prayer within Its flame.
In solitude I hear Its tone,
a voiceless song that whispers:
You are My own.

Praise It in the garden's bloom,
and in the chamber's quiet gloom;
praise It where joy and sorrow meet,
where tears fall soft at Mercy's feet.

All creation sings Its unseen Name—
the Beloved hidden, yet the same;
breath of ages, old and new,
light of the heart, ever true.
O wondrous One, within, around—
my True Being—lost and found.

At last, the song dissolves away—
no sound remains, no word to say;
only the hush where Being dwells,
and every heart Its secret tells.

No thought, no voice, no "I" nor "You"—
only the One, the boundless True.
In that stillness beyond all name,
the lover and Beloved are the same.

—October,27,2025