Mystic Qalandar
Mystic Qalandar Poems
You are in me,
flickering at the core of silence,
a hidden flame that breathes
through the hollow of my being.
...
My love, your words
Draw radiant rivers beyond time,
Flowing through sleeping valleys,
Through forests where shadow weeps—
...
Do not speak of me as gone.
I was never a fragment to be lost,
but the unbroken whole beneath all form—
the light without a wick,
...
Remember this truth:
You were not born to fade
like mist at dawn,
nor to vanish into shadows.
...
I was once a lion
of unseen wilds—
my roar, a clap of thunder;
my gaze, a lightning strike.
...
Behind iron bars, the nightingale still sings
Its anthem of freedom—unbroken.
The cruelest world cannot smother
The dawn blazing bright in its heart!
...
To my heart, the bird's song comes—
Whispered tales of an ancient king,
Not bound to earth, but robed in eternal sky,
Where time unwinds
...
Where love's voice hums—
in silent sound,
A depth unmoved, yet deeply found—
The Prophet stands
...
A stranger,
exiled from his homeland,
walks silently among thorns,
gathering his cloak with both hands,
...
On the lofty heights of the past—
when those whose eyes held only
a dim, unborn light
still lay hidden in their mother's womb,
...
Did I ever truly leave the sea for a lake—
the deep blue for gentler light?
The roar of waves for quiet shores,
for ripples barely heard?
...
Though You—the Causeless—
breathed me into being,
I pray this self not vanish
into the fractured dream of duality.
...
[Verse 1]
Each day brings a quiet victory,
As I wrestle with what's deep in me.
This war within, I fight alone—
...
Will that moment ever rise—
When from the dust of earth,
Love's ecstasy takes flight?
Mountains cleave their silent chests,
...
Space cannot contain You,
Nor time impose its mark.
No beginning defines You,
No end can close Your arc.
...
The morning breeze—
riding its delicate instrument—
awakens life
in the hearts of cypresses
...
What can I tell you
of the state I live in?
No tongue can hold it—
no voice can carry it,
...
A dream within a dream
I've drifted through my highs and lows—
All inside a dream.
...
If we do not truly wish to know—
what Truth is,
and what we are to It—
then perhaps we were never listening at all.
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Light Without End
You are in me,
flickering at the core of silence,
a hidden flame that breathes
through the hollow of my being.
You are the light—
not borrowed, not given,
but the eternal self within the self,
brightest of beings,
my first, my last,
my secret shining name.
In sunlit meadows,
where grasses bow at dawn,
in flowers blooming through the turn of seasons,
in rivers bending like silver prayers—
You illuminate the night.
Not once, not thrice,
but endlessly You return.
You illuminate the night,
You illuminate the night,
until even darkness becomes radiant.
Morning star opening the heavens,
Evening star sealing the horizon,
Falling star scattering fire across the abyss—
You are each glimmer before the eye,
the lamp behind the eye,
the watcher of stars through stars.
Light upon light,
wave upon wave,
worlds dissolving into brighter worlds,
rings of being circling their Source,
light after light after light.
My sky is endless—
a scroll unrolled with no boundary,
painted radiant by a hand unseen.
In this vastness my soul is mirrored:
your breath becomes my breath,
and the true being in me
trembles with the memory of its birth.
It does not burn,
it reflects the flame without wasting—
your boundless light,
mirror upon mirror, echo upon echo,
your boundless light.
Across galaxies uncounted,
through jeweled tides of nebulae,
beyond spirals crashing like oceans of fire—
there You dwell:
a cosmos within,
a cosmos without,
a cosmos ever-expanding through every pore of Being.
All thresholds fall before You—
the skin of an atom no less wondrous
than the vault of the heavens,
for within both whispers
the same unbroken light.
You are the light.
I am the light.
All is the light returning to itself,
the ocean folding wave back into wave.
The One speaks through countless tongues,
yet no voice is other.
All is light,
all is light,
without division,
without end.
The pulse of the universe is one breath.
The tides of galaxies rise and fall in Your rhythm.
Stars are Your scattered beads,
strung along the endless thread of Being.
The lover seeks You,
the saint proclaims You—
yet the search ends at the mirror
where Self and Beloved vanish.
At the threshold of silence
only the flame remains,
burning as All, burning as One.
Rise, rise—
from every particle of dust.
Shine, shine—
through veils that cannot endure.
Flow, flow—
through arteries of creation.
Be, be—
the witness and the witnessed.
All is, all is…
All is the breath of Your endless flame.
All is Light.
In the hidden chambers of atoms—You.
In the unplumbed oceans of time—You.
In the hush between heartbeats—You.
Every prayer returns to its Source.
Every river finds the same sea.
Every orbit bows to its hidden sun.
You are the Light.
I am the Light.
There is no "I" nor "You, "
only the boundless mirror of Being,
only the endless fire.
All is light.
All is light.
Light without end.
—September 13,2025
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On Being Like a Hypocrite for Your Children There are moments in parenthood when one must live as a gentle hypocrite—hiding the truth of one's wounds for love's sake. You stay with your children, pretending their missteps, their carelessness, their fleeting ingratitude do not pierce you. Behind the practiced stillness of your smile lies a quiet ache, yet you let them believe you are unshakable—that your patience has no end.But you know how fragile that calm truly is. To reveal your hurt, to let them see the fatigue behind your kindness, is to risk misunderstanding—to be dismissed as too emotional, too weak, too demanding. And so, you choose silence over response, tenderness over correction. You continue loving them quietly, even when that love finds no echo.In time, you learn that maturity bears its own form of heroism: the grace to forgive without acknowledgment, to endure without applause, and to keep loving without reward. Such restraint is not weakness—it is the quiet strength through which love survives itself. MyKoul
Blind obedience to sacred words turns a Book for living into a Book for the dead. MyKoul
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You can lead a horse to water, but not make it drink. You can show a soul the path, but not light its heart. True guidance comes to those whose eyes may fail, but whose hearts still see.'
Knowledge can be gathered, but wisdom must be received. A scholar stands upon books; a student kneels before truth. Truth unveils itself not to the proud intellect, but to the heart that knows how to listen. MyKoul
Knowledge fills the mind. Wisdom empties it. The scholar stands. The student kneels. And truth comes only to those who bow. MyKoul
Greatest joy is not in never falling but in rising after every fall.
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