The Voice Of Soul Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The Voice of the Soul —
A Quest for the Knowledge of Truth*

If we have never longed—
from the depths of our hearts—
to truly know
what Truth is,
and what bond we share with it,
then perhaps
we were never born
for this sacred quest.

It is this yearning—
for clarity,
for certainty,
for that one eternal Reality—
that transforms us
into complete human beings.

Love?
It is no ordinary feeling.
It is a blazing flame
that burns through illusion,
melts away every false god,
and leaves only
the pure, unshakable light of Unity.

This love—
lit by the fire of Oneness—
is not some gentle delight,
but a wild, untamed madness—
a storm of devotion
that breaks every chain
and races, fearless,
toward the heart of Truth.

But unless
this bond is deep and real,
we remain lost—
wandering the desert of being,
seeking a fleeting shade
to soothe the aching heart.

Yet that shade
is not out there.
It lives only
in remembrance of the One—
without whom
the soul forever trembles in unrest.

So why waste time?
Why chase the fleeting whispers of the self
and forget the voice of the soul?
Why seek the Real
with material eyes,
when only the eye of the soul
can behold it—
soaring far beyond
the borders of matter?

True love
is no shallow sensation—
it is a primordial hymn,
a sacred verse,
written by the soul's own hand.

If the spirit
does not write this ode to Truth,
then it is not
the spirit of a true lover—
but a shadow of desire
from which we must be free.

Yes—
when the soul at last bows
before the Truth,
its unrest dissolves.

It finds its place—
not in the dust,
nor among the stars,
nor in the corners of heaven—
but in the embrace
of the One
who alone is Real.