Thegolden Heart And The Earthen Form Poem by Mystic Qalandar

What can I tell you
of the state I live in?
No tongue can hold it—
no voice can carry it,
no language name it.

Only a hidden knowing,
a secret suspended
between my Lord and me.

What does it matter
if I am loved
or left alone?

At the end of each day,
I remain
with no one but myself.

Yet within me breathes
His breath of Be—
that shaped me
in His mirror's form.

When He entrusted
this earthen form
with the weight of vicegerency,
when He wove between us
a thread of delicate love—

That is when I became:
"So it is."
Where once,
there was nothing.

"God was—
and there was nothing with Him."

But listen well:
I will not be silenced,
not even by the sword
of your condemnation.

His Essence stands unchanged,
yet every moment
He unveils a new glory.

"Each day, He is in a new affair."

Every thought,
every tremor of the heart,
every fleeting dream—
is but a trace
of His Will.

"Not a single atom moves
without His command."

What I am
is hidden, as He is hidden.
What I am
is revealed, as He is revealed.

He is my reality.
He is my origin.

Did He not shape me
in the mold of His nature?

He is the Truth.
He is the One Being.

With every breath,
I speak His name.
Since the Day of Alast,
I have sung
the song of Divine Unity.

My reckoning will follow
the same path
that brought me here—
from the silence of absence
into the song of being.