My eyes seek Thee in restless despair,  
Through tempests wild, through hollow air.
O’ guiding flame in twilight deep,
Awake my soul, from sorrow’s sleep.

Show me Thy glimpse, if only a stare,
A spark of hope, a breath of prayer.
O’ Keeper of life, my heart’s lone plea,
Shine forth Thy grace, come set me free.

Thou art the faith I cherish and adore,
The silent hush, the thunder’s roar.
Dwell in my heart, take root in my soul,
Mend these fragments, make me whole.

Through shadowed vales and boundless night,
Thy whisper calls, a song of light.
No tear may fall, nor spirit break,
Where love endures and dawn doth wake.

Thy presence is all my soul doth crave,
To walk with Thee, steadfast and brave.
Come to my solitude—my heart to save,
Lift me from darkness, my soul to pave

Within my soul, a flame celestial glows,  
A spark unyielding, born where longing flows.  
Desires, like fleeting shadows, rise and wane,  
Yet one remains—eternal, pure, unstained.  

O’ soul! To claim thine own, to stand sublime,  
Unbound by fate, untouched by dust or time.  
To merge as rivers seek the boundless sea,  
To find in love the truth that sets us free.  

This is the call that stirs my restless breast,  
A thirst unslaked, a fire yet unblessed.  
O’ Lord of Light, unchain this heart of mine,  
That I in union’s rapture may divine!

The veil is ascending from the vast expanse of eternity,
A veil once thick, now parting with quiet might.

Whispers of truths from the eternal Tablet,
Revealing the sacred knowledge, where all journeys began.

In the silence of stars, where the heart learns to soar,
The Light of the One guides from shore to shore.

From the depths of the unseen, where mercy does flow,
The secrets of the Lord in gentle winds blow.

Beyond the horizons, where the soul is reborn,
The call of the muezzin, to the soul’s adorn.

The veil of illusion, once dark, now refrains,
Revealing the path where the faithful remain.

O’ soul, awaken, to the whisper of prayer,
For the realm of the Divine is waiting there.

The curtain is rising, revealing His grace,
In the infinite’s presence, we find our place.

In the garden of eternity, before time’s bloom,
We stood as whispers, in the Maker’s room.
The world unformed, yet the truth aglow—
Our souls, like stars, in His presence bow.

"Am I not your Lord?"—a question profound,
Echoed through the silence, a cosmic sound.
From the depths of being, we rose to declare,
"Yes, O’ Lord, we know, Your light is everywhere!"

Not of flesh, nor bone, were we then made,
Yet in His presence, our spirits laid—
A pact eternal, in that sacred space,
Our hearts forever bound to His grace.

The veils of matter had not yet fallen,
No night, no dawn, no stars yet callin’,
Yet in that moment, pure and bright,
We knew the truth, beyond all sight.

O’son of Adam, heed this call:
In the dust of time, we forget it all.
But deep within, the seed remains—
The covenant that never wanes.

The world will tempt, and hearts may stray,
But remember, O’ seeker, that ancient day—
When Alast’s light shone through the soul,
And we, in awe, were made whole.

The soul that forgets is lost in the mire,
But the heart that remembers burns with fire.
The covenant still calls, in silence profound—
In the rhythm of life, it echoes its sound.

Rise, O’ seeker, from your sleep,
Awake to the truth, from the heavens deep.
In the silence of Alast, find your call—
For He, your Lord, is the Source of all.

If Thou dost reveal Thyself unto me,
What shall become of this soul, so wild, so free?
Shall it vanish like the mist before the dawn,
Or rise, reborn, to Thee—forever drawn?

Shall it burn in the light of Thy sacred flame,
And dissolve into Thee, free of worldly name?
Or shall it be lost in the shadow of its own will,
Bound to the earth, though Thy call be still?

In the unveiling of Thy infinite might,
Shall my heart be unraveled, or find its light?
Shall I, in Thy grace, be made whole again,
Or will I, a wanderer, return to the dust and pain?

O' Divine, in Thy presence so pure and vast,
Shall I transcend, or remain, tethered fast?
For the soul that seeks Thee is torn between
The self it was, and the self unseen.

In the echoes of the call of the Beloved,
Shall I soar, or shall I fall, unapproved?
If Thou dost reveal Thy truth to my heart,
Shall I be remade, or torn apart?

For in Thy wisdom, O' Eternal One,
The path is lit, but the end is undone.
Shall I know Thy light, or in shadows remain—
To merge with Thee, or live in vain?

Shall the sun’s warm kiss unveil thee so divine,
Or shall shadows rise where softest light may shine?
Will dawn's embrace reveal thy hidden grace,
Or cloak thee further in a veiled, mysterious place?

For if that veil slips, what shall remain of me?
A soul undone, adrift upon a boundless sea.
Shall I, in trembling, witness thee unfold,
Thy secret beauty, yet to be untold?

Shall I fall into the chasm of thy unspoken gaze,
Where light and dark entwine in an eternal maze?
Each layer stripped away, each truth laid bare,
Revealing thy essence, yet drowning me in despair.

For in that single moment, all shall be lost or gained,
A heart laid bare, where joy and sorrow are chained.
O' fate, dost thou mock me with such trembling fear,
To cast me upon this precipice, so near?

Shall I, in thine eyes, find both love and despair,
A fleeting breath, yet heavy beyond compare?
If thou shouldst unveil thy soul to me,
What of my own—shall I remain or cease to be?

A whisper, a call from the divine place unknown,
It stirs the heart, as though by winds it’s blown,
A summons soft, yet piercing in its might,
To rouse the soul and guide it to the light.

"Rise, O’ humanity, from the dust of earth's domain,
You are but sparks, yet flames that break the chain,
Created to soar, to reach a station high,
Where time is naught, and space shall bid you fly."

The silent air bears witness to this creed,
A voice divine, a truth the soul does need,
Your being, formed of earth and stars combined,
Is called to seek the realms of the divine.

Let not the worldly chains your spirits bind,
For you are born with treasures yet unlined,
The heavens invite, and the path is clear,
To rise, O’ humanity, and leave behind your fear.

The call is soft, yet clearer than the day,
It bids you journey, to the heights away,
For you have wings within your hearts to fly,
And in your souls, eternity does lie.

Rise, O’ humanity, your purpose calls you nigh,
To reach the station where the angels sigh,
The whisper stirs, it calls you ever true,
For you are made of light, and born anew.