The Hidden Secret Of Creation Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I held out my hand
on the Day of Alast,
without much speech—
and you took it,
with love.

No wall, no judgment,
just your breath,
a soothing touch.

Your eyes said:
"I vest my trust in you well—
not for what you do,
but for what I will you to do."

The hidden plan of creation,
the quiet fire—
love longing to manifest.
In every form,
the days of divine exposition,
the nights of secret revelation.

On this bridge woven of trust,
our souls in silence
dance through time
to the tune of the flute of creation.

No compulsion, no freedom—
only alignment
with our true fitrah,
the hidden secret of creation.

It is not a bridge
to meet the Other,
mistaking that
as our primordial source—
but a path walked
from self to self.

And beneath each step,
in echo, resounds
the true melody of creation.

MyKoul