I Have Made Peace With My 'origin' Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I have made peace with my 'Origin.'
A desert wanderer, lost in the mist,
Weary from seeking light, returned to find—
A divine minaret of light shining within my soul.

Now, there is no need to knock on any 'stranger's' door,
My own door was open,
The Origin of Origins welcomed me Himself.

I have made peace with my 'Origin.'
Emerging from countless tangled paths,
I found a straight, the shortest path—
Escaping multiplicity, I attained unity.

On the inner path of my being,
Cool nights, gentle sunlight,
And thoughts of Divine Oneness are my companions.

There is no void in my heart now,
Here, there is Light upon Light,
No stumbling, no misguidance.
The path is clear, no guide is needed,
The Truth Himself is my leader.

I am the path, and I am the destination,
My burden? The burden of Truth.
My state? The state of Truth.
There is nothing there, except the Truth—
No stranger, no idol,
No savior, no ransom.

'Truth, Truth, Truth— Allah alone,
And nothing at all.'
There was nothing there,
Nor will there ever be—
Except my Origin of Origins.
And 'nothing at all.'