I Am Free Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I am free—
not merely unbound,
but lifted into a quiet light
where Peace melts the heavy chains
the world once fastened to my soul.

I am free—
not by the open air alone,
but because Freedom flows
like a hidden stream beneath all things,
singing through time and space.
The soul that knows the Independent One
moves through these shadows
like a note of an ancient song—
the lone voice left
to carry the truth Peace breathed into me.

I am free—
walking the world's streets without fear,
for Peace walks beside me
like a gentle glow;
and in that light,
no shadow remains.

I am free
from ghosts carved in memory's stone,
from names the world tried to give me—
Fallen.
Lost.
Rebel.
In Peace's warmth,
each label dissolves
like frost on a spring flower.
I no longer hold my life
like fragile clay shaped by fear,
but as a vessel formed
in the eternal garden,
where every soul remembers
its first bright breath.

I am free
of the masks that hid my face
from Peace's face.
I move as His music rises—
a revolution of light
flowing through every limb.
My steps no longer fracture
into old patterns;
each motion speaks
of being born in Freedom—
this body a sanctuary,
echoing His sacred name.

I am free—
to love without walls,
to be gentle without harm,
to stand strong without apology.
Peace holds my heart
as softly as a stream
carries moonlight
across its still surface.

I am free
from the harsh words
my ego once hurled—
too wild, too bright, too strange—
all fading now
in the music of the Independent One,
where every silence
shines with quiet light.

I am free
of yesterday and tomorrow.
I live in the Eternal Now—
not to survive,
but to rise,
to sing,
to return
to the garden
where all rivers
flow back to Him.

Freedom is Peace's garment—
the fragrance of His endless garden,
the music that shaped my birth,
the light that guides my path.
And when I reach for it
with both hands,
I find—
I am reaching for Him.

—December,7,2025