Light Of Dawn Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The gentle light of morning
spreads its rays into the depths of the heart,
touching the shadows,
awakening hope in every corner of the soul.

The soft breath of dawn's breeze
brings peace to the spirit,
wiping away all weariness,
stirring the delicate whispers within.

Across the sky of the heart
tiny beams scatter—
like rubies,
each trembling with waves of brightness.

This light gives birth
to new passions, new feelings,
renewal hidden in every heart,
a spark of hope amid every fear.

The songs of birds
bear witness to joy,
buds nestled in winter's womb
rising with the first heartbeat of life,
carrying light.

That child—
an inner radiance, pure awareness,
awakened by the call of "Be! "
stirring from the dreams of nonexistence.

His mother—
emblem of nurture, root of gnosis,
she who neither bore nor was begotten,
"Nor is there to Him any equal"—
a whisper of oneness.

That child,
in whom resides
every beam of earth and sky,
whose essence is this ray, this light,
his father, his sustainer, the very source.

From the loftiest horizon of the heart,
God looks—
with the voice of love and contentment,
the Merciful, the Generous,
listening to the trembling prayer of the soul,
and with His qualities of Hearing and Seeing
illuminates every corner.

Peace to you, child of the dawn,
who tears through the heavy fabric of night,
bringing serenity to the heart,
carrying forward the longing for light.

It is this child who gives birth to day,
and in the chambers of evening
lays down the seals of completion,
restores the balance of spirit,
lights the pathways of inner peace.

In every human heart resides
this morning light,
inner radiance,
pure consciousness,
awake in every moment,
bright in every gaze—
cleaving through life's darkness,
granting the soul both light and peace.

—September 30,2025