The Pulse Of Truth Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Truth is knowing the pulse beneath my skin,
the fire deep within my chest,
the whispers threading through my mind,
the colors blooming in my imagination,
the shifting shapes of perception.

Truth is tasting bitterness
without sugar or disguise,
feeling it down to the marrow,
and still standing.

Truth is facing
the shadows that paint duality,
letting the Light of my essence
illumine the path.

Truth is speaking
when the heart trembles,
trusting the voice
that knows who I am.

Truth is unveiling
what words dare not touch.
Tomorrow has not yet arrived—
today is all we hold,
like dew trembling on a rose.

Truth is knowing
that hidden secrets
bloom as beauty
in existence's garden,
and every wall
is destined to crumble.

We are the breath of Divine Will,
the river flowing with His Grace.

Truth speaks
through the Eternal tongue,
sees with the Infinite eyes,
hears with the Unseen ears.

—September 12,2025