Between His Image And My Ego Poem by Mystic Qalandar

He said—
"I created you in My image."
And in this clay,
a restless one began to stir.

I walked the earth, half-formed—
a mirror veiled
by the dust of breath,
concealing within it
an image too vast
for any gaze to hold.

To the rhythm of my longing,
I wove shadow with light
and breathed into
that unseen expanse:

"This is God."
In my sorrow,
I made Him compassionate.
In my fear,
I made Him mighty.

I clothed Him
in the garment of my tongue,
and bound Him
within the measure of my mind.

Alas—
what a delicate mirage:

to bow before an idol
my own hands have carved.

Yet beyond these fashioned heavens,
beyond every hallowed veil,
far beyond the reach of thought—
there is only
That Which Is:

formless,
nameless,
unbound
by every limit
that would define me.

And when I withdraw
from the idols I have made,
when silence clears this mirror—
I find no god
like myself.

Then I remember
the secret:
that man is His hiddenness,
and He, the hidden truth of man.

MyKoul