At The Summit Of Oneness Poem by Mystic Qalandar

This time,
I crossed beyond the shadow of fear,
unfastened illusion's chains in silence,
watched self-deception dissolve
beneath the very gaze that once fed it—
and woke
from the long sleep of forgetting.

Not as a victor,
nor as one who claims,
but as simple, lucid awareness,
I came to rest
at the crest of oneness.

Those trembling whispers
that once named separateness my ground
vanished at dawn's first breath—
like mist surrendering to light.
All that was, all that is,
is the quiet unfolding
of a single, boundless Presence.

I wandered ages
through the labyrinth of self,
circling reflection as if it were center,
until, in a turning without movement,
the gaze shifted.
I beheld not myself,
but the ocean
that had always been my origin—
the shared eternity of all that is.

In the hidden chambers of being,
what once trembled now settles—
like waves softening into sand,
their edges dissolving
into seamless stillness.

I met the face of illusion
and did not turn away,
stepping instead into a shoreless sea
where every wave,
by relinquishing its claim to form,
reveals a deeper light of Truth.

Now there is no cage of 'why, '
no widening web of 'how.'
Questions fall silent;
answers dissolve into the same hush.
Seer and seen
merge into a single,
soundless presence.

The ascent into dissolution was no ease,
yet even distance itself has faded.
What remains is not a separate flame,
but the ancient warmth
of the One Reality.

I have passed beyond
even the stillness called peace,
beyond the axis of ego,
drawn instead into a center
that is nowhere—and everywhere—
where will is not mine,
and motion flows
from an unseen source.

Fear lingers only at the margins;
struggle belongs to another time.
I neither pause nor progress
but drift within a motionless current,
gently released
from the weight of becoming.

I do not stand. I am held
by a sky that was never apart—
where dusk, particle, and breath
become mirrors
reflecting the same indivisible truth.

And in that reflection—
it is not I who speaks.
Absolute Oneness itself
utters and hears
its own eternal voice:

All is One—
and the One is all.

— MyKoul