Purification Of The Heart And The Light Within Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Softly—beyond sight, beyond silence—
the heart begins to melt:
a gentle unfolding,
like dawn easing into the horizon,
where darkness dissolves,
and whispers of light awaken.

The mirror, polished by divine grace,
reflects fewer wounds—
more of humility's infinite depth,
less of the ego's shadow,
more of the soul's quiet glow.

All dualities fade into the dawn;
the ego releases its hold—
only the primal essence remains,
tending its sacred garden
within the clay.

War ceases. In the quiet,
the heart recalls its ancient art—
not battle, nor conquest,
but the secret dance of returning
to the Source, the One,
the eternal beginning.

A dawn arises—
formless, without mark—
the sky sighs softly
as light and shadow meet,
embracing in divine union.

The night does not conquer the day,
nor does the sun claim the shadow;
they dance in perfect rhythm,
keeping time
with the breath of existence.

Within each heart,
a seed stirs in silence—
tenderness awakening,
power revealed through grace—
and in surrender,
the secret unveils itself:
the One, beyond all name and form.

Deceptions fall—
the false rulers of the heart:
anger, pride, lust, and greed—
each dissolves before the true,
when the soul remembers its origin—
a spark born from the dust of the divine.

The self softens into trust—
no longer a fortress of separation,
but a garden of endless love,
where iron turns to earth,
and the tranquil heart finds its name:
a reflection of the Beloved,
beyond all hierarchy and time.

When love awakens—
not as possession, but surrender—
all illusions fade,
and the veil lifts;
for only in yielding
can the eye behold
its eternal face.

And in that seeing—
no longer separate,
no longer divided—
there rests the profound silence
where love's true prayer begins.

— November,2,2025