Traveler Of The Path Of Ui8p Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I am a traveler,
passing through this
caravan-serai of earth,
moving toward my home—
moving toward my Beloved.

Silent,
yet brimming with the hymn of unity;
alone,
yet lost within the host of angels.

Fatigue cannot touch
the hem of my soul,
for essential love
is an eternal wine,
a river through my veins,
a balm for the spirit—
my only strength,
my only prayer,
my only being,
stirring and striving,
my passion, my purpose,
my destination.

This is the straight path,
the road walked by the blessed.
Truth has taken my hands
into its own,
and I have carved it
in the depths of my heart.

I breathe
at the threshold of
the light of certainty—
for none exists but the Real,
none has ever been,
none shall ever be;
and toward His garden of union
my journey leads.

No faltering in my steps,
no wavering in my will;
beyond the mirage of deserts
rests my sanctuary.

My foundation is absolute oneness—
that steadfast rock, before which
even the storms of resurrection
scatter into dust.

This path my Lord has chosen for me,
where my footprints,
and those of the travelers before me,
cannot be erased by the wind of ages—
like rays of light
untouched by the thought of perishing.

This is the way of love,
pure gold refined;
a fire in which
the hearts of Abu Bakr and Ali
were melted,
for which they burned in devotion.

The knowers of God,
beloveds of the Divine,
were created for it alone.

This way of love
has neither beginning nor end;
it winds through the labyrinths
of shadowed night
and descends
into the breast of radiance—
at every turn
breaking forth like a ray of vision.

The night deepens,
a fire glimmers in the distance;
the earth fades—
let it fade.

For my sight has been filled
with the light of paradise,
before which
all the world's brightness dims.

This is the path of oneness,
this is the path of love.
O Lord, in this light—
let my end be.

—September 30,2025