Always-Now Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Our existence is woven on time's loom,
strung on the hidden thread of becoming;
each breath, a syllable
in the unfolding sentence of existence.

Yet beneath the flux of all becoming
lies a stillness
no time can touch—
the timeless ground
the mystics glimpsed
before the world unfolded
into hours:
a silence never born,
and therefore never dying.

The tremors of becoming—empires crumbling,
dust returning to dust,
the ceaseless quarrel
of fear and desire—
arise and pass
within the Eternal,
like ripples that forget
they have never been
other than the sea.

Dwell in the good that is now.
Not the good lost to yesterday,
nor the good deferred to tomorrow,
but the good alive in this one moment,
a star burning without regret
for what has passed,
without fear of what may come.

Eternity has only just begun;
it is forever beginning,
yet has never known a second moment.
The Real, the primal source of all becoming,
knows no end.
For endings belong to time,
while the Eternal knows
no before or after.

Now is the only when,
the only door,
the only threshold
where the infinite takes the form of the finite,
yet remains beyond every form
that seeks to contain it.

So stand here.
Breathe here. Be here.

The Eternal is not far away.
It is nearer than your heartbeat,
closer than the thought
that rises to read these words.

You are not merely a being
that begins and ends in time;
you are a life unfolding in time,
never separate from the timeless Real—
mistaking the passing self for the whole,
the fleeting story for all that is.

Awaken,
and the dream becomes transparent to the Real
that was never absent.
Remain asleep,
and the Real seems veiled
beneath the dream of separateness.

Either way, the Real remains.
Revealing in Always-Now.

—MyKoul