I Am Love, Facing Myself Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I lie in bed,
eyelids heavy on wakeful eyes—
inner ears tuned to the unstruck sound.
My essence drifts. Toward you?
Are you fixed in my mind,
or do you hum from my ear?
Am I held in your memory,
or does it beat in me, too?

What is my nature, my only?
I cannot break my own core.
This crush—
no soul should carry.
I long to cast this 'other'
into the void.

To know my true self
would end this game of I and You.
You are no stranger to kiss or want.
Yet even then—
such knowing would spark
a boundless affair:
Me, the lover;
Me, the beloved.

No phantom love earns this fire,
this chance to burn
as love's very flame—
fierce in me as the lover,
luminous in me as the beloved.

If Leila and Majnun heard this,
they'd know True Love:
not three—Lover, Beloved, and Love—
but One Truth.

See or stay blind—
I do not mind.

I say it plain:
I am Love.
Lover and Beloved
are my twin faces,
hidden from those
who have never burned.

—January,5,2026