Intuition From An Unknown Source Poem by Mystic Qalandar

An intuition message—
from an unknown source—
awoke me to remembrance
of the primordial vow:
the covenant God etched in me
on the Day of Alast,
when all souls were summoned,
scattered as His archetypes,
to walk the earth and serve His will.

It struck with sudden force—
a veil was torn—
and every buried truth
flooded back, reborn.
The hollows of my heart and mind
filled with swift remembrance,
a torrent of divine light
revealing my origin—
and at last, my face unveiled.

No longer the seeker,
lost in labyrinths of forgetting,
I became a silent listener
to my soul's eternal echo.
I heard the voice of that Day—
His question, our unspoken reply:
'Am I not your Lord? '
'Yes, ' we cried—
though not a word was spoken.

That echo burned like sacred fire
through the chambers of my flesh,
searing every false attire,
reclothing me in light.
I watched my form dissolve—
name, face, all earthly frame—
until beneath the clay remained
only radiance, nameless.

I knew the Source from which I came—
the Breath that gave me breath—
and in that knowing, I became
untouched by time or death.
No mirror could reflect my face;
no name could claim my being.
I was the truth in form and grace,
the seer and the seeing.

Now I walk the world in awe,
a soul both bound and free—
in every leaf, I hear the Law
that whispered once in me.
And when I speak, I speak as flame—
no longer blind or mute—
for I have known my secret name:
I am the truth.

Long concealed in human guise,
hidden beneath the veil—
now I rise beyond disguise,
the dream behind the tale.
The covenant still calls to me—
a bond no time can sever—
I am the song that longs to be,
the truth, revealed forever.