I Am The Unseen Traveller Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I am the unseen traveller—
My journey knows no bounds,
Spiralling through stellar gyres,
A hymn within time's folded veil.

No edge nor void can hold me.
I watch the mind erect its bars—
Futile chains for the infinite,
Blind to the throne beyond.

They weigh my soul on neural scales,
Yet miss the sovereign will
That stirs the brain to rise, to breathe,
To simply be—exist.

Beneath the neuron's vaulted keep,
I guard a fragile shrine,
Chanting the primal blaze—
The first flame before memory,
The stirring that gives form.

Days utter their litany,
Seasons turn their ancient wheels,
Thoughts coil and hearts revolve—
Yet you claim immunity
To this eternal Glow?

Look inward, fellow traveller.
Each spiral speaks the truth;
Each life, a veiled flame.
Every soul is Light,
Feigned in amnesia of its core.

—December,1,2025