When The Sun Rose Within Me Poem by Mystic Qalandar

When the sun rose within me
for the first time,
I touched the light—
not the one scattered
across the horizon,
but the one long hidden
in the secret of my heart.

A brilliance stirred,
and the soul whispered,
"I am your dawn—
recognize your truth in me."

The moon lifted its face softly,
powdered with the dust of desire.
It followed the sun for a while,
then forgot again
it had no light of its own.

The day arrived—
insight unveiled its veils;
night descended—
heedlessness locked me again
in the chambers of slumber.

The sky spoke:
"I am your higher realm,
where your essence meets its Origin."
And the earth whispered:
"I am your trial;
walk upon me,
but do not bury your longing in me."

From the depths arose a voice:
"O soul,
I have shown you both paths—
the way of corruption,
the way of purity.
Now tell me,
where will you turn? "

I trembled—
for that voice
was the echo of God within me.

I saw within myself
a tribe of Thamud dwelling,
and a she-camel—
the sign of the Divine—
thirsting for purity.
My rebellion withheld her water;
my pride veiled her eyes.

Then the earth quivered,
and my spirit whispered:
"This is the hour—
when the soul is purified
or buried."

I clothed myself in silence,
sifted the soil of the heart,
gathered the thorns of forgetfulness.

Then a fragrance rose—
of light,
of mercy,
of peace.

And I heard the eternal voice say:
"Truly, he succeeds
who purifies his soul."

In that stillness,
the sun rose once more within me—
and I knew:
I was never apart.
I was the same light
that forever shines
within the dawn of being.

—November,2,2025