Beyond Fear, Beyond Grief Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Beyond fear, beyond grief—
there lies a silence,
a peace untouched
by the shadows we carry.

Release your grasp;
let the weight
of phantoms fall—
those dim shapes
that bind the soul
to its quiet sorrow.

Fear is raw,
etched with the sacred shock
of truth—
the tremor of the Real
upon flesh and bone.
Its restless whisper,
the breath before the breaking,
must now unravel,
freed from the demands
of the nafs.

When night folds close
around the heart,
when breath thins to mist,
remember the Seer—
beyond sight, beyond vision—
in whose unwavering gaze
the cosmos turns,
whole and untroubled.

See each trial, every tear,
as a seed sown deep
in the soil of patience.
Hope gathers there
like morning mist—
quiet, persistent,
ever-rising.

For with every hardship, ease.
The Divine breathes life
into every line
of this unfolding story.

Surrender to the hidden weave,
the pattern spun
in realms unseen.
Lay down worry's weight—
for from the One we come,
and to the One we return:
an eternal turning,
where mercy flows,
and strength ascends
from absolute stillness.

O seeker, hold this truth:
beyond fear,
beyond grief,
an unshakable peace abides—
the soul's silent knowing,
the sacred home
of the Friend.

—November,27,2025