The Shawlbāf Divine: Patterns Of One Light Poem by Mystic Qalandar

From the One alone all being flows—
No spark exists beyond His glow.
A single thread within the woven whole,
The truth sustaining every passing form.

Within the soul's most silent core
A whisper rises—still and pure—
A grace-born knowing, strands of light
Weaving Shahtoosh Jamawar
On an unseen, sacred loom,
Patterns shaped by Light itself.

Each dawn unveils a fresh design—
The Shawlbāf's hand, the Divine Artisan—
A quiet touch, a warm embrace
That calms the storm within,
Weaving trust through the heart's own thread,
Courage born of holy craft.

Peace flows like a river deep—
A constant current, soft and clear—
Dissolving every lonely thirst.
Its waters hold the gaze of unseen Eyes,
The nearness of the Formless Name.

Through shadowed valleys, through the gale,
I walk upheld by faith unseen—
A living tapestry unfurled
Beneath the sun's rebirth.
Each thread a breath, a moment's grace,
Each pattern one step nearer
To the Radiant One who is All.

So now I yield—
I breathe, I trust
The threaded guidance of my days.
This given wisdom, this revealed grace,
Becomes my northern star,
Leading me home—
Where every seam of self dissolves,
And Only One remains:
The Love, the Truth, the ever-present Source

—November,21,2025