The Leaf Of Secret From Eternity Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Life is the fragrance of a dream.
Beyond the veil of sight
lie the locked doors of mystery.

Somewhere, stairways of blue clouds
bow before the Divine Throne.
Somewhere,
on the sands of existence,
caravans wander lost.
And somewhere, a city of lamps glows—
its light, like the script of a prayer,
slipping away in silence.

The true kingdom is not in crown or clamor,
nor in the triumph of the sword.
It blooms within the quiet chamber of the heart,
where silence, beneath the arches of the Self,
rings like a call to prayer.

In gentle breaths,
the voice of the Divine Essence
enfolds the passing centuries.
Each moment is a secret leaf
peeking from Eternity's veil,
whispering:

Will you return to the caravan of light,
or lose yourself in the desert of dreams,
chasing mirages?

This choice is your very being.
With your own hand,
upon the tablet of fate,
in every breath, inscribe your choice.
In the ledger of Eternity,
you are the scribe of destiny.
Become God's hand, His ear, His eye, His tong


—September 28,2025