Homecoming Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Darkness weakens, its dominion lifted
by light's quiet surge.
Night sheds its veil;
the journey ends,
or begins anew.

Long I wandered, caught
in shadow and flame—
but cords unravel,
the inner wilderness stills,
the horizon of self dissolves.

The struggle is vast,
deeper than oceans,
closer than pulse.
Yet the current bears me onward
into ceaseless day.

Mirrors of illusion fracture;
through the shards, a wind stirs—
not mine, but eternal—
breathing life into the heart's hidden music.

I circle within that rhythm,
a spiral without beginning or end.
"Were you not always here? "
The silence echoes.
Something ancient answers: "Yes."
The vow remembered.

Broken dreams, broken sorrows,
fall away like husks.
What remains is clear. Whole. Unbound.
Restless shadows beneath the skin
scatter to nothing.

Eyes close—not in loss, but arrival.
Pain goes unnamed.
Longing finds its center.
Exile yields to origin.

Perfect.
Whole.
Alone, yet never apart.
Returned to the groundless ground.

Here it ends.
Here it begins.
Within the breath that renews all,
light and dark collapse into stillness.
Time releases its hold—
only eternal radiance remains.