May It Be Your Will Poem by Mystic Qalandar

May it be Your will,
O Origin beyond beginnings,
to unveil before us
the Preserved Tablets—
that hidden architecture of truth—
and grant the inner sight
to read the flame behind the script,
to behold the Word that breathes
through atoms, stars, and silence.

Keep me from the twin illusion—
the mirage of matter and of self—
from the error of seeing two
where the cosmos is one pulse.
Do not press me beyond the orbit
set within the core of my being,
nor let the shadow of self
eclipse the light You cast.

Let not the dust of the nafs
veil the mirror of awareness.
Keep me near the axis of origin,
where the soul remembers
the symmetry of its design.

May my deeds ascend
like soundless constellations before dawn,
and even my darkness
turn transparent in Your radiance.

Grant me, in each motion of time,
the grace of proportion,
the mercy of attunement,
the compassion of understanding—
in Your sight,
and in the gaze of all who glimpse.

Blessed are You, Infinite Continuum,
whose thought becomes creation,
whose light threads through all that exists—
even within me,
even as me.

—October,20,2025