In The Wake Of The Divine Light Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I walk in the wake of the divine light,
Passing through the caverns of silence,
Beyond those horizons
that guard the shores
of forgotten seas.

I am both the wayfarer and the guide—
Advancing with questions
vast as the ocean.

In the hidden depths
where ancient myths echo,
I refuse the comfort of certainty,
and on the shifting ground
of the frontiers of doubt and understanding,
I choose a measured path.

At times, insight flashes—
a spark stings the veil of knowing,
each flame a summons to awaken.

From these sparks,
the heart sees worlds
not yet born,
which are sustained by the slow,
trying work of discovery.

For every traveler receives a legacy—
not carved in the stone of conclusions,
but held in the quiet assent
of an unfolding truth,
and in a love that listens,
that reasons gently,
forging paths where contemplation
and questioning meet.

Here, in the sphere of being,
where soul and intellect
illuminate each other,
knowledge remains alive—
not as a destination, but as
an ever-expanding flame:
a gentle revolution,
carried forward by every
awakened, discerning mind.

— September 29,2025