Live In Divine Nature Poem by Mystic Qalandar

When the leaves turn
their gold and crimson,
they drift downward,
swaying softly—
floating in beauty,
spinning in the unseen wind,
bidding farewell
to summer's warmth.
Their descent whispers:
"Return you shall… just wait…"

A cool hush settles upon the air,
and night insects—no longer noisy,
weaving subtle, sacred melodies—
turn bitter silence into a promise:
the sweet anticipation of spring's rebirth.

A profound stillness enfolds my mind.
My soul, in patient remembrance,
recites tasbih,
calling forth the memory of
the pre-eternal day of Alast—
when the question was asked:
"Am I not your Lord? "
And the soul answered,
with sincerity beyond speech:
"Yes…"

O my Lord, a radiant longing
stirs within me,
a yearning as deep as eternity itself—
the Covenant of Alast
echoing still upon the rays
of the eternal sun.

Yet the march of time
pauses for none—
no bargaining, no negotiation.
The promise must be fulfilled;
willingly or not,
there is but one path:
Move forward…

Let the glitter of ego fade—
let the self dissolve
like morning mist—
and dwell in divine nature,
bathed in Your light,
fulfilling the ancient promise
engraved upon my soul
since the dawn of being.

—September 4,2025