Every Face Radiates Your Essence Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The people of vision know you without a face—
yet every face radiates your essence.
Still, we forget and turn away.

Light moves through us, unclaimed,
calls itself "I" and believes it,
forgetting what it is.

And the quiet—
where every name dissolves—
feels less like home
than something we fear to remember.

Yet in water and clay's dim enclosure,
the sun ignites, unbidden.

With this light, I realized:
I was never asleep in dark dreams,
never deaf, nor dumb, nor blind.

The mind whispered of sequence—
rise, awaken, know, then love—
but something in me remained untouched.

I lost both paths—
becoming and not becoming—
and found I was sought
before I sought.

A hush where sound's ghost dissolves;
a sight that leaves nothing to see.
There—if "there" endures—
you breathe me, petal by petal,
into a name beyond grasp.

How does a ghazal begin?
Not through contemplation.
Something sprouts within—
spring speaks.
No pen, no craft—
only secret presence: your light.

Multiplicity veils my gaze.
I name it "tangible reality"—
until it shatters,
and the fathomless sea recalls itself in me.

No face, no voice—only stillness
spilling into words,
withdrawing before meaning forms.

In prayer's inward kneel,
posture forgotten,
words rise as mist—
then fall unsaid.

I sought your secrets—
the question echoed from me.
Who did I ask,
when silence replied first?

You hide as question,
wait as seeking,
arrive as answer—
leaving nothing to arrive.

I stand—or what stands—
in endless bewilderment:
if I call you "Beloved, "
who calls?

Love leans—
then collapses short.
Lover, beloved:
names on a vanishing edge.

A mirror shattered into forms—
each shard cries, "I am."
Tilt it:
one face refuses fracture.

If the mirror dissolves,
what of reflection?
Who sees,
when seer is seen?

I found you not by seeking self.
Absence parted—
you entered,
light unannounced.

Lost in your beauty's thought,
"me" thinned, flickered—
unneeded.

Now:
only you remain.
Yet in the not,
a whisper calls you "you."

—MyKoul