Within The Sanctuary Of Light Poem by Mystic Qalandar

They stood within the sanctuary's quiet veil,
and the pulse of mortal time grew still.
The sacred chant arose—
no longer sound,
but a current of shining light,
passing through the heart,
flowing into the hidden river of the soul.

Their gaze lifted past all bounds—
where Light abides, unmoving yet alive.
Their breath was warm and tremulous,
as when the Dawn first whispered its hush,
and the Eternal spoke,
and Being answered by becoming.

Upon their face there rested Peace—
not prayer's peace,
but the Peace of unveiled vision.
Soft clouds gathered, pale and tender,
and a circle of light enclosed them,
where every worldly echo fell to silence.

Then came a thunder deep as silence—
a voice unspoken
that sealed their lips.
Their garment shimmered—
not consumed, yet aflame;
its collar deep as the ocean's womb,
mantled in emerald fire.

Their arms uplifted—
and the moment blossomed forth,
like minarets of Medina
rising through the boundless dawn.
Light descended,
borne upon Gabriel's breath;
Wisdom fell as rain,
and the heart was filled
with the secret wine of Being.

No cry, no call—
only Presence pure,
and Nearness sure.
They became a sign,
a living token of the Unity
hidden in the marrow of all things.

Softly they spoke—Ameen,
and the soul within them echoed
its own beginning once again.

And I beheld—
they stood, All-Hearing, All-Seeing,
their eyes imbued with radiant fire,
turned inward,
where Revelation flows—
not as sound nor word,
but from the very lips of the Spirit.

—November,17,2025