The Secret Of Light Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The ancient decree dissolves—
not in chains,
but in sacred surrender.
I am no longer wild,
only freed from the notion of mind.

The Hidden of the Hidden
unfolds its vast unveiling.
Rituals fall away;
what remains is stillness—
pure bliss,
personal, eternal, unending—
a silent dance
within its own light.

From the deep smile of the void,
an impulse awakens:
the wish to appear,
to hold its own radiance,
to shine in human form—
for love
must be learned from the self.

Bats and dark cats,
once signs of fear,
are guardians of the unseen mind.
They lead us gently
through the night without end—
that shadow
of the everlasting day.

The self no longer hums its shallow tune;
it listens now
to the tender hum of creation,
and in its echo,
bows its quiet head.

Specters, jinn, illusions, whispers—
no longer haunt us with separation,
for they were only thoughts,
mere sculpted breath,
now dissolved into silence.

We stand in the open field
of infinite possibility.
Light touches our faces directly—
there is no longer fear.
We reveal the harmony of being,
the hush before
truth speaks its first word.

This is the promise of the deeper day,
the furnace
where essence finds its shape.
Fire is no pyre—
but the body of divine will,
the flame that purifies.

Within nature's simmering vessel
boils the knowing of self,
the pulse of heart and soul,
the restless longing for union.

Shadows, once deceits of light,
have thinned into depth and perished.
The Light of Truth consumed them—
and drawn from nothingness,
faith has taken form.

I have come to know:
light never battles the dark—
it gathers it tenderly inside.
What was lost
has turned to eternity.

And I—
I am that
which has always been in light—
light's form,
light's secret.

—October, c28,2025