What Light Is This Poem by Mystic Qalandar

What Light is this, illumining all that is—
What secret flame stirs in the heart's abyss?
It outshines dawn, outshines the twilight hue,
And trims creation's robe with radiance new.

Beyond all time, beyond what senses tell,
An endless whisper of the Divine doth dwell.
In love's own fire, the timeless glows anew;
The heart and sight, the flesh and soul burn true.

Upon each dream, the First imprint is cast;
All dust is brightened by the Greatest Name.
Amid the soul's own chaos, fear, and shame,
The vow's path shines—a guide unto the last.

The dust of that old journey holds a spark—
The seeker's longing sets the heavens stark.
Each whispered ray pleads, "Come, be one with Me."
Hark—that deep Voice that fuels eternity.

Within the heart's own glass, a Form appears,
A shining vision past our selves and years.
In every breath, a grace still lingers near—
No start, no end—the Light that has no sphere.

All hues and scents are veils of that one Fire;
The cosmos streams from its primordial pyre.
In love's strange print, the secret lies concealed—
All pulse and tremor by that flame are sealed.

Upon the inward path, all time is turned—
Each moment by that endless Light is burned.

—November,20,2025