Flight Into Beauty Poem by Mystic Qalandar

As is my nature,
beyond the clocks of time,
I ascend—
into silent galaxies,
where unseen wings
unfold through void and stardust.

I rise beyond mortal bounds,
become a star-born bird
forgetting earth's quiet cradle,
leaving dust behind as shadowborn ash.

This flight is no tethered ritual,
no path marked by mortal lights,
but passage through cosmic veils,
where silence trembles in astral wonder.

When dream and waking fuse—
a nebula blurring—
I ask my soul:
can one dwell without a nest,
without the gravity of known earth?

No, not wholly—
yet why deny the flight,
the soaring sacrifice,
to that quiet locus
from which my soul is cast skyward?

For what dwells in starfire
also breathes in soil's dark womb,
and truth's pattern
weaves sky and earth as one.

Yet the question lingers—
why is descent a mystery,
why does homecoming hide in shadow?
Or have I already crossed
the threshold of infinite home?

How can I not belong
to both the dust and the cosmos,
when time and space are threads
in one eternal fabric?

So I return to rapture—
to cosmic reverie,
to dissolve into infinity's breath,
to taste the freedom of pure essence,
to ride the light-waves
and dwell beyond all measure.

Know this:
I am beloved by the Truth,
and the Truth is beloved by me.
Why not revel
in the secret constellations of His beauty?
Why not surrender
to the mystery whence all things shine?

For the Divine is Beauty—
the radiant flame loving its own reflection.
Who but the lover's eye
can behold that sacred glow?
The Truth is twin star—
the Beautiful,
and the Beauty itself.

—September 20,2025