Rejoice The Truth, O Gnostic Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Rejoice in the Truth, O gnostic—
for the Truth is a gift that wakes—
the inner dawn.
It is radiant, unbroken, serene—
the quiet flame where knowing rests.

Call not for the outer sound—
the harp unstruck plays within;
its music is beyond the ear,
and every lyre of the world—
falls silent before it.

The wise behold what the eye cannot:
light that reveals itself
not to the senses,
but to the still heart.

When knowledge ripens into seeing,
seeing dissolves into being—
and the veil becomes transparency.

Why sing of the old or the new?
Song itself is timeless breath,
creation's own remembrance of its Source.

Your soul is that silent chord
resounding through the measureless vast.
From its depth arises all melody,
each tone returning to the One Word—Truth.

Truth loves its seeker
and mirrors itself through justice.
By His Word, all worlds awaken;
by His Breath, they find their form.
He stirs the waters of life,
whispering—Be—
and all that is becomes His echo.

Therefore, sing, O soul,
in the still rhythm of eternity—
for all things sing together
the one pure song of the Real.

—October,25,2025