Hidden Truth From The Preserved Tablet Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Before the beginning began,
in a silence that was the only witness,
a single Word stirred
upon the Preserved Tablet—
a secret too ancient
for newborn worlds to speak.

There it was inscribed:
Beauty is not to be possessed.
Beauty is the veil of the Real.

Then He breathed a sigh of Light
into the hollow of the Void,
and from that Breath
rose the First Radiance—
a tide of souls
glistening like ink
still wet on the page of eternity.

Each spark descended,
carrying the memory
of the Pen's inaugural stroke—
a mirror of His hidden Face
reflected in laughter,
in sorrow,
in the shifting grace
of every passing form.

And from the Tablet echoed:
Before time took shape, I knew you.
Before matter awoke, I named you.

O seeker of the Unseen,
the Most Beautiful reveals
only to conceal,
lifts a veil only
to show a deeper mystery—
one vaster than the seven skies of decree.

Understand what is written:
Not all who walk the earth
can read the sky.
Not every wanderer recalls
the Covenant of Light.
Not every ear is tuned
to the silent chord of Gnosis.

For Truth chooses to hide
in symbols of fire and stone,
in echoes behind the stars,
in the luminous script
only an awakened heart
can comprehend.

Thus it is preserved.
Thus it was spoken.
Thus it shall ever be.

—November,15,2025