Beyond Oneness Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Before the mirror of the heart I stand—
the face that gazes back
is not merely a face.
It is a silent sediment of self-regard,
stirring the sleeping truth within me
again and again.

Then it becomes clear:
I have draped a dark cloak of difference
over my transcendent self—
a poisoned vine
slowly coiling around
the green, flourishing trunk
of a cypress.

I step back.
The reflection holds.
In silence, it speaks
my true nature back to me.
And I wonder—
is this only my illusion?
A hidden reflection of reality?
Or does this mirror itself
conceal an intention to unveil?

I shattered it.
In that moment,
the seer, the seeing, the seen
dissolved into one spectacle—
a play of bewilderment
whose mask I tore away
with my own hands.

Behold what I have become:
nothing,
and yet everything.

Sometimes I think
it would have been better
had this secret stayed behind the veil.

Just then, evening fell
outside the window.
In the half-darkness,
my shadow on the wall began to fade.
When the twilight of self-knowledge
wrapped itself around me,
all my shadows slowly dissolved—
until I understood:

I am shadowless.
I became a form
that possesses no form.
Formless—was, am, will be—
yet within my own deep manifestations,
also revealed.

Now I have something to say
to my own faces,
about that reality
which silently flourishes
within every human being:

I love my own being—
not as narcissism,
but as the recognition
of a lost unity.

I am that revealed existence
which can never be wholly erased.

Come, meet me
on the sacred ground
of the Transcendent.
There, perhaps,
you too will find
a trace of that oneness
within yourself.

The Transcendent will gently take
your transcendent hands,
and in silence
bid farewell
to duality,
to difference,
to multiplicity.

MyKoul