From Itself To Itself Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The River's Secret
"Why speak of return? " whispers the River.
"I have never drifted from the Sea.
The Sea breathes through me—
its pulse, its spirit,
from itself—
to itself—
forever One.

What you call distance
is but the mind's mirage.
The Sea has never ceased
to flow within my veins.
Ageless is the Sea,
and ageless its rivers—
companions unbroken
in its mystery.

Rivers without number rise in splendor,
yet the Sea is never lessened.
Return is illusion—
for no river has strayed.
Each drop bears the Sea entire,
whether in silence or in storm—
a secret truth the Sea confides
only to those who awaken.

Awakening
Behold the swans upon the current—
messengers of stillness,
mirrors of eternal grace.
See the ducks in sunlight,
their plumage shimmering
with hues of unseen worlds.

Even the trees,
drinking from hidden depths,
ignite in sacred fire,
their buds proclaiming
the birth beyond all end.

The Unveiling
Now joy engulfs my heart—
for I am the Sea,
and the Sea is me.

I flow only to awaken.
I return only to know
I was never apart.

The veil is lifted—
All is One.
The Sea abides eternal,
its light blazing within me,
its infinity unveiled at last.