The Flame Within Poem by Mystic Qalandar

There is no fall, there is no rise—
Only the flame within the eyes:
A fire enthroned, eternal, bright,
Kindled with the first breath of life,
Love's living, conscious light.

The Unseen Breath, no word can bind,
It hums in the harmonies of mind;
A silent chant of 'Be! ',
Turning the wheel of galaxies,
Stirring the dust, the star, the stone—
A current through the All unknown.

As His regent upon the earth
Gives splendid form to hidden worth,
The wind, in its unyielding flight,
Bears the silent script of Might.

The roar of Being fills the air,
Resounds within the mind's own chamber there;
Existence rends its veils apart—
The creating and the unmaking art,
The endless weaving of the heart.

The gnostic's path, a quiet dawn,
A triumph on the soul's lawn;
An awakening with no regret,
A world perceived, a sun not set.

For there is a world to claim,
A fire to stoke, a victory's name,
A horizon to call your own,
A truth to be, a throne.

Yet still the soul burns, deep and sure,
For the touch of the Real, the Essence pure.

But the Truth abides not in some far when—
Be the resounding Word. Amen.
The torch is lit; it is your breath,
This constant charge, this life, this death:

To pierce the veils of sense and sin,
To wake the slumbering fitrah within—
To unveil, to know, to be the Flame.

—October 2,2025