Akhfā Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I am the Most Hidden—
the beat in my chest,
step after step,
never at rest.
The light within light,
the flame that remembers
its own Source.

The Most Hidden is me:
the rise within the fall,
the voice in the void
answering a call
older than words,
older than memory.
The drum beneath doubt,
the strength beneath sorrow,
the push through pain
when the last ground holds.

Two tides, one turning.
Two winds, one breath.
Two names
for the same unbroken self.

When I move forward,
we move together:
the man I was,
the man who stands here now,
the man becoming
what he already is.
Not three, but one journey.
Not three, but one fire
moving through fire.

I am the Most Hidden.
The Most Hidden is me.
The seeker and the sought,
the ember and the blaze,
the remembering
and the remembered.

Nothing left to separate.

One rhythm.
One fire.
One breath.
One destiny.

—MyKoul