Day Threaded Through The Tree Of Being Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Twilight's amethyst hush—
leaves trace the Tree of Life's spine,
the soul learns to hold its breath.

Dawn uncoils the dark;
light climbs the silent trunk
as wings lift open the sky.

Noon: sun in every leaf-palm—
the self grows thin in molten gold,
and One rests in the heart.

Warm afternoon leans in;
sap wakes in shadowed bark,
the wind counts the rings of time.

Twilight's indigo:
branches cradle the dying light,
a pulse loosens into void.

Sunset folds the worlds—
unseen realms flower in the boughs.
I drink the hollow, bright.

—February,22,2026