Light Without End Poem by Mystic Qalandar

You are in me,
flickering at the core of silence,
a hidden flame that breathes
through the hollow of my being.

You are the light—
not borrowed, not given,
but the eternal self within the self,
brightest of beings,
my first, my last,
my secret shining name.

In sunlit meadows,
where grasses bow at dawn,
in flowers blooming through the turn of seasons,
in rivers bending like silver prayers—
You illuminate the night.

Not once, not thrice,
but endlessly You return.
You illuminate the night,
You illuminate the night,
until even darkness becomes radiant.

Morning star opening the heavens,
Evening star sealing the horizon,
Falling star scattering fire across the abyss—
You are each glimmer before the eye,
the lamp behind the eye,
the watcher of stars through stars.

Light upon light,
wave upon wave,
worlds dissolving into brighter worlds,
rings of being circling their Source,
light after light after light.

My sky is endless—
a scroll unrolled with no boundary,
painted radiant by a hand unseen.
In this vastness my soul is mirrored:
your breath becomes my breath,
and the true being in me
trembles with the memory of its birth.

It does not burn,
it reflects the flame without wasting—
your boundless light,
mirror upon mirror, echo upon echo,
your boundless light.

Across galaxies uncounted,
through jeweled tides of nebulae,
beyond spirals crashing like oceans of fire—
there You dwell:
a cosmos within,
a cosmos without,
a cosmos ever-expanding through every pore of Being.

All thresholds fall before You—
the skin of an atom no less wondrous
than the vault of the heavens,
for within both whispers
the same unbroken light.

You are the light.
I am the light.
All is the light returning to itself,
the ocean folding wave back into wave.
The One speaks through countless tongues,
yet no voice is other.
All is light,
all is light,
without division,
without end.

The pulse of the universe is one breath.
The tides of galaxies rise and fall in Your rhythm.
Stars are Your scattered beads,
strung along the endless thread of Being.

The lover seeks You,
the saint proclaims You—
yet the search ends at the mirror
where Self and Beloved vanish.
At the threshold of silence
only the flame remains,
burning as All, burning as One.

Rise, rise—
from every particle of dust.
Shine, shine—
through veils that cannot endure.
Flow, flow—
through arteries of creation.
Be, be—
the witness and the witnessed.

All is, all is…
All is the breath of Your endless flame.
All is Light.

In the hidden chambers of atoms—You.
In the unplumbed oceans of time—You.
In the hush between heartbeats—You.

Every prayer returns to its Source.
Every river finds the same sea.
Every orbit bows to its hidden sun.

You are the Light.
I am the Light.
There is no "I" nor "You, "
only the boundless mirror of Being,
only the endless fire.

All is light.
All is light.

Light without end.

—September 13,2025