Sun Of Haq Ul Haq Poem by Mystic Qalandar

In the radiance
of the Sun of True Truth,
Secrets breathe
in the silent gardens
of the Unseen.

A realm beyond
eye or tongue,
Where the Beloved's whisper
falls without sound.

The heart—
a still, sacred mirror—
Cradles the Divine,
its gleam embraced.

An echo
on the boundless Ocean,
An eternal wave
revealing the soul its reality.

Shattered yet whole,
this polished glass
Reflects the scattered mercy
of moonlight.

Our eyes adrift
between the stars,
Hear the sacred hum
of the turning cosmos.

Night is no shadow.
It is the unveiled face
of hidden light.

The womb of mystery
where all paths begin,
Dissolving absence
into presence.

All thought descends
into the Ancient One,
Flowing
as a river of grace,
To merge
within the endless Sea.

Self and creation
become one glance,
One knowing.

Man is a universe, eternal.
His story etched
upon the infinite scroll:

From the storm-dark Night
of the Commanding Soul,
Through the fire
of the Soul that Blames,
To the tranquil shore
of the Soul at Peace.

At the crossroads
of Surrender and Will,
Two roads arise:
One lost
in veils of forgetfulness.
The other unfolds
in the sunlit breath of Is.

This is the sacred journey:
Purification.
Unveiling.
Return.

Man becomes
the cosmos' lucid flame,
And the cosmos
becomes his light.

Every particle
radiates the Beloved's face.
Every moment
unveils a horizon of union.

Success is the inner sun,
Burning through illusion,
Dissolving
into love's boundless expanse.

Failure lingers
in desire's narrow shade,
Blind to the dawn
that breathes within.

Hear this tale,
spoken in silence:
The journey inward,
Where shadow and brilliance
intertwine,
Where man beholds
his true face.

The ocean flows.
Radiance shines.
The eternal reality unfolding.

—November,16,2025