The Bell Of Morning Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The morning bell rings,
a cool, fresh breeze
drifts into the window of my heart.
Night still lingers,
dense and dark—
yet I wait for the mountains
to lift their grey forms,
tearing apart the veil of night,
and for the river, with its sweet song,
to touch my soul.
​In the depths of night, light is hidden,
but I have faith You are present.
Even in these heavy shadows,
in the restless ocean of my heart,
You are here, watching and near,
dwelling within me always—
like the All-Knowing, All-Aware Being
who never ceases to watch over our state.
​The gazelle-like eye of the horizon
welcomes morning with a rapturous gaze.
Morning arrives, and I see—
You, with the silver horizon,
shining in my eyes.
What wonder is this—
the horizon glows
and the sky turns blue.
​Through the eye of my insight,
in every mirror of creation,
I behold Your essence in lifeless images
and recognize it by Your grace—
for with Your very being,
You answer all questions.
​Life sings the hymn of unity:
"There is nothing but You."
I smile
in the company of this selfless night.
I know I am that same oneness:
speaking, hearing, seeing,
within a form
You shaped with Your own hands.
​To think I am here and You are there—
what ignorance! what folly!
Your essence, unseen by eyes,
reveals itself in flowers and thorns—
these are all Your manifestations,
and within them, You abide,
the proof of Your existence,
in the wonder of this morning's smile.
​Amid silent streams that roar within,
I drift gently into the ocean of oneness.
The whisper of unity, with its charming song,
brings peace to my heart;
each wave echoes that song—"Truth."
​I look above—
a white cloud against the blue sky,
the chirping of spring birds,
the fragrance of the morning breeze—
each one a sign of eternity.
A shining star shows me my way:
to return to myself.

​—September,13,2025