The Ascension Of The Spirit Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The journey dawned with a Sacred Name—
Within the womb of night's serene embrace,
An absorbed servant stood before his Lord,
And took the first step toward the Face.

When every hue of this fleeting world had faded,
And all its scents dissolved in breath of dawn,
The heart was kindled by a hidden flame—
A Light eternal—veiled, yet never gone.

From the sanctified mosque within the heart,
The spirit's faithful companion rose;
A path that outwardly winds, yet inwardly returns—
Each step a prayer, each breath bestows.

Between the Sanctuary and the distant Aqsa,
The soul traversed from "self" to "sacred Truth."
No space divides, yet nearness deepens—
As veils of ego fall in silent proof.

Those signs that shimmer, those subtle gleams,
Became the mirror of the Hidden Veil;
The spirit glimpsed its ancient Source,
And in that knowing, told its tale.

The ego's ear caught whispers of that realm,
Yet language faltered where silence speaks;
What falls into the heart's deep well
Flows beyond all words and creeks.

In every sound, He alone resounds;
In every dream, His Light remains.
Call Him near—or still thy tongue—
In every place, His Presence reigns.

This is the sacred secret of ascension:
To rend the veil of "I" and see—
The Divine spark glowing in thy depths,
The Truth revealed in unity.

Begin from thine own silent sanctuary,
Advance toward thine own blessed Aqsa;
Perhaps He calls thee too, dear friend,
And awakens thy spirit's rasa.

This is the teaching, this the mystic key:
Allah alone is Truth— all else must fade.
Seek Him within thy silent breath,
And walk the path that Love has laid.

—November,6,2025