I Am The One That Knows No Other Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I am the Simurgh of the measureless vault—
yet a moth, long burned
while circling my own flame.

How shall I rise from the dead,
when rising itself
is a fall into the dream of two?

But I, in mercy, descend
into my own shadows—
nesting within my own sight,
yet through the whole manifestation
where I am present.

I am the Red Rose—
the Rose without the thorn of "where, "
distilling all veils
into a single drop of wine.

That wine is not for lips,
but for the eye
that drinks—
and in drinking, goes blind.

I am the alchemist's breath,
the dust before division,
light before its name—
turning shadow into mirrors,
a thousand forms—
each one shattered,
each shard
beholding only Me.

When shall this grand illusion dissolve?
No—
it trembles already at the edge of seeing.

I am the cupbearer
spilling the Wine of Nothingness—
and the cup
from which it overflows.

I stand on both sides of the veil.
No need to pierce
what was never between.

The piercer, the pierced, and the veil—
one motion,
one unveiling
of what I have always been.

My heart, a burnished tablet—
not written upon,
but writing.

With my own hand
I inscribe "I AM"
in the trembling of every atom.
Unveiled.
Undivided.

The One Light—
scattered as seeing,
gathered
into the Flame
that knows no other.

MyKoul