Gold Of Chinar Leaves Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Gold of Chinar leaves, falling—
talismans of a forgotten sun,
gathered through spring's green promise
and summer's burning hymn.
Beauty and wealth are but shadows cast
by the One Light—ephemeral.

Rise—
winter in white robes is coming,
a silent dervish over bare and barren land,
over skeletal trees: a meditation
on the void from which all form is born.

Yet seeds and roots lie beneath, preserved—
not dormant, but dreaming in the dark,
holding the blueprints of becoming,
waiting for bright butterfly wings,
for the humming of bees,
for the sacred hum that calls
the many back into the One.

So it is with humans,
so with the universe itself:
a breathing, a forgetting, a remembering—
a cosmic dance of veiling and revealing,
where dancer and dance are one.

—MyKoul