You Are The Truth Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I.
You are Reality—
In morning's light,
You shimmer so,
Like moonlight
Spilling through night's hush—
A song of creation
Singing to its own soul.
As if behind the veil of quiet,
Existence
Seeks its own meaning.

II.
At every step,
The world pauses—stunned—
Then steadies, and moves on—
Like a dream
That weaves itself whole,
Yet even in waking
Keeps its vision alive.

III.
O Beauty!
None have truly seen you—
How could they?
When nothing remains
But you—
You are the Mirror,
And also the Reflection;
The eye that sees is you,
And the Reality revealed.

IV.
The gleam in your gaze
Spreads as light—
The sky glows through you,
Earth wakes to your shimmer—
When all else fades,
Save for a breath
Searching for you in all things.

V.
Like the sun,
You warm cold hearts;
You are the masterpiece—
The Artist and the art:
An eternal portrait
That, with each moment,
Carves itself anew.

VI.
Your laughter
Echoes as music,
Like Truth's call
Journeying from Void to Being—
A tender melody
Dissolving into the heartbeat's rhythm.

VII.
At your touch,
Worlds are born—
And dissolve—
Like a dance
That returns you to yourself;
As if the self,
Lost in the Self,
Finds its truest form.

VIII.
O Beauty!
Your radiance
Lights the heavens;
The beams of your eyes
Stretch through space—
Like Awareness
Revealing to each atom
Its essence.

IX.
You thaw frozen seasons,
You are a work of art—
Yet that image
Was shaped by none
But your own hand.

X.
Upon your canvas,
With your own brush,
You paint your likeness
In your own hues—
As if Reality
Unveils itself
Through love's palette.

XI.
Each moment,
You tell a new tale—
Weaving yourself
Into love's ancient story,
Gentle yet fierce—
Like that Light
Whose silence speaks
All truth.

XII.
With you,
The world seems new—
Dream-born horizons
Drenched in dawn's hues—
As if existence finds meaning
In nearness to the Beloved.