Seeking Your Light O God! Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I am neither a radiant angel,
nor a blazing jinn,
nor a guide—
nor the disciple of one
who dares to proclaim:
"I am your supreme lord."

My journey began, like Adam's,
with Your first breath—
that very command Be
which lit the lamp of being
out of the silence of nothingness.

I am a son of Adam,
and like my father,
I too have broken my vows
in the rebellion of Iblis.

My inner eye
is only half-opened
to a fragile light.

I am not Noah,
to hold the vessel steady
amidst the rising flood—
often, at the threshold of dreams,
I lose my way.

I am not Abraham,
to sever the cords of the self—
Nimrod's fire
still burns within,
and my heart fears
it may turn to ash.

I am not Jacob,
to gaze with patience
into far-reaching vision;
I only follow behind—
not a leader,
but one led.

I am not Joseph,
to shatter the chains of desire—
my tears still flow,
imprisoned in longing.

I am not Moses,
to raise the staff of certainty
between the sea and fear;
my being
still trembles.

I am not Jonah,
to summon back the light of prayer
from the depths of darkness.

O my Compassionate Lord!
I have no support but this—
that within the lost layers
of my being,
I go on seeking
Your beauty,
Your light.

— September 29,2025