In The Garden Of Manifestation Poem by Mystic Qalandar

In the garden of His splendor,
I stand—
Where every leaf, every petal
Is a mirror of His mercy,
Bathed in light.
And every whisper of the wind
Is a testament to His presence.

Then He comes quietly,
Like light through leaves—
Gazes into the mirror of my soul,
Sees His own reflection—
Greets not me,
But Himself.

He sits beside me,
Lays the hand of mercy upon my heart,
And whispers:

"Arise—
Step from the shadows of forgetfulness,
Into My light.
Open your eyes,
And see—
In every atom,
I have placed My face,
A sign for you,
A path to Me.

Each countenance,
Drenched in mercy,
Is a mirror
Reflecting your truest self.
Look deeply:
Do you not recognize
Your own reflection? "

I am silent,
Only listening—
Remembering that moment
In eternity,
When I stood before Him,
And the veil of "I" and "You"
Dissolved.

The first light of dawn
Flowed into me.
My heart did not beat—
Only the hush of forever
Echoed—
Within.

Upon His face,
That ageless smile lingers,
Without question,
Without need of reply.

I wonder:
What is this mystery,
That I have become
His very manifestation?

Yet I know—
He is as distant
As dawn from dusk,
And as near
As breath to life.

Sometimes,
I am a mirror to His gaze.
Sometimes,
He is my Master—my only Truth.
Sometimes,
He dwells deep, entwined within me.
And sometimes,
In Him, I cease to be.

Then, between us,
The delicate veil slips away—
And there remains
No distance left to stay.