The Mirror Of Truth Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Believe this—
You are the cosmos'
most wondrous masterpiece,
a living art
in which the Artist
has poured His essence.
In the mirror of your soul,
He beholds His own reflection.
In your every breath,
He breathes.
In your every feeling,
He feels.
You are not merely His servant—
you are His revelation.
He is within you,
shining through you—
the Guest and the Host,
the Cup and the Wine,
the Word and its Meaning.
This life—
not just a test,
but a path to witness
His divine presence.
In this dust,
you carry a spark of His light—
and if you kindle it,
your whole being becomes a lamp,
and the universe—
a sanctuary.
Countless souls
linger at the edge of nothingness,
cloaked in longing,
whispering prayers
for just one more chance—
to be love,
to be known,
to become
a mirror of Truth.
They sigh:
'Yā laytanī kuntu turābā...'
(If only I were dust...)
If only…
if only we could return—
to taste a single breath,
to awaken,
to see how the One—
the Unseen Witness—
dwells in all things.
There—
the senses will fall silent,
knowledge will fade.
No eye will see,
no ear will hear,
unless the heart awakens.
But remember—
whoever sees Truth here
will see it there.
Whoever finds Him in a grain of dust today
will meet Him in eternity.
And whoever remains blind here—
will wander lost beyond.
The illumined soul knows:
All is He.
'He is the First and the Last,
the Manifest and the Hidden.'
The beginning is His name,
the end is His embrace.
He is the pulse in every heart,
the love behind all love.
The stars—
though they fade—
still scatter light,
becoming dust in the roots of flowers,
or a melody in the chambers of the soul.
The sky has known you
since the Day of Alast—
'Alastu bi-Rabbikum? '
when you whispered, 'Yes! '
He has loved you
since you were but a thought
born of His will.
So live—
not in sorrow or fear,
but in the certainty
that you are His manifestation.
You are not separation—
you are the song of Unity.
And smile—
for you are the rare mirror
in which the Creator
recognizes Himself.
You—
are the light
through which Light knows itself.
You are life,
sustained by the Ever-Living,
whom death cannot touch.
You are love—
the first and final secret
of His being.