Flower On The Stone Poem by Mystic Qalandar

O flower, rising from the bosom of stone,
you bear eternity's hues,
your fragrance, an echo of home.

I gaze—and the veil grows thin;
remembrance stirs within me.
The garden where you belong
awakens once more in my heart.

So vivid the summons—
I am drawn again
to that beginning before time,
where spirit first unfolded
in the radiance of its Source.

You bloom in every realm,
seen and unseen alike—
a sign that I too blossom
through every sphere of being,
that nothing of me is ever lost.

The morning sky shines clear,
made radiant with your light;
your essence drifts softly
on the wings of dawn,
in the breath that moves alike
through frost and through fire.

Where it passes, life is restored:
stones recall their ancient song,
trees are robed in beauty,
and the dead are called to rise.

O flower on the stone,
you bloom within my heart.
Hidden mirror of the Eternal—
for you, my love is true.