I Am Already Whole Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I cannot be diminished—
not by stillness,
not by erosion,
not by the false illusion
of time's decay,
for I remain,
untouched, unbroken, whole.

I cannot be enlarged
by any grand metamorphosis.
Change is already within me—
a current,
a living flame,
burning without consuming.

I am I Am.
Here. Now.
As I have always been—
before time stitched—
its fragile threads
into a tapestry of names.

I am not half-light,
nor half-night.
I am full radiance—
indivisible,
seamless,
without shadow or edge.

No hand,
no blade,
no "other"
can find a seam to tear.
What is whole
bears no wound
waiting to open.

I was never assembled
from scattered pieces.
I require no joining
to be complete.

I am not a fragment
chasing fragments.
I am the boundless field—
infinite,
unbroken.

I am whole.

And yes—
I play this tender game of love
with my own reflection,
shimmering in depthless mirrors—
where Seer and Seen are One.