You Are The True Name Poem by Mystic Qalandar

You Are The True Name

Do not say:
"I will depart from you."
Even now, you are here—
as you were before,
as you shall be after.
You are ever-living.

Look deeply:
in each moment you are becoming—
a bud upon the rose,
a bloom of many hues,
a fragrance on the wind,
a sweetness for bees,
for butterflies,
for humankind.

You are a finch becoming song,
testing its voice in the thicket,
at the window's edge.
You are honey resting
in the hidden heart of flowers,
water lilies upon still ponds,
desert blossoms guarding their silence,
meadow petals opening to the sky,
a quiet jewel sleeping
in the dark of stone.

You endure when seasons
turn against you—
when spring yields to summer,
when summer fades to winter.

You live to falter and to laugh,
to weep, to fear,
to hope, to rise again.
The beat of your heart
is the eternal hymn of creation.

You are human;
you must live—
a caliph upon the earth,
shaped in His image,
breathed upon by His breath.

Let your joy come like spring,
warm as the joy of your Maker,
who shaped you from sounding clay
and set you to bloom
upon the earth,
through the skies,
into the endless beyond.

Your given name is illusion.
In truth, you are nameless—
as vast as oceans,
as wide as continents,
as countless as galaxies
kindling the night.

Call yourself by no name.
Your true name is the Living Truth.

Listen—
and you will hear the song
of your own essence,
the voice that was always yours.

Align with your fitrah,
where day and night
dissolve into one.

You are the true name.
All other names are echoes,
meant to wake you,
that the windows of your heart
might open wide
to the unity—
shining everywhere.

—September 11,2025