I And Solitude Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Solitude is not loneliness.
Loneliness is hunger—
the dull echo of absence,
the wound of disconnection,
the crowded emptiness
of a spirit abandoned to noise.

But solitude is singularity.
The self expands beyond itself
until it becomes horizon.
To stand alone by choice
and cherish the silence
is neither grief nor exile,
but dominion.

Solitude swallows boundaries
and gnaws the edges of identity—
yet the core remains untouched:
sharp as a spear-point,
silent as a throne.
The self does not perish there.
It gathers inward
and conquers outward,
building empires
beyond all empires.

Solitude lifts the soul
above the obedient constellations.
Beyond the final star,
one crosses the immense dark
where even distance loses meaning.
There, another universe unfolds—
vaster than the visible,
cold with infinite beauty,
unknowable to those
still chained to the world of crowds.

It raises the spirit toward the unseen
until it becomes unreachable:
a legend upon a mountain peak,
veiled above the living.
And so it made me
alone within oneness itself.
I must surpass even transcendence.

Solitude teaches
the taste of sacred unity—
beautiful and merciless.
Its gaze transforms all things:
the world grows solemn beneath it,
stripped of vanity,
motionless in grandeur.
It is absolute silence—
not of the soul,
but of the mind.
The abyss devours clamor
and answers without voice,
with hidden melodies
no multitude can hear.

Solitude is not loneliness.
It is sovereignty.
The hermit condemns isolation
yet immortalizes solitude—
like a painter of invisible worlds,
crafting landscapes
the blind will never witness.

Solitude is ancient—
before all beginnings.
It outlasts the erosion of ages
and survives time itself.
Touching the world,
it alters its essence.
Creating without possessing: noble.
Possessing without creating: supreme.
Only the solitary spirit
truly encounters itself.
And every spirit
that fully knows itself
remains alone
within its own eternity.

For solitude is not withdrawal from humanity,
but the birth of spiritual individuality—
confrontation with the self,
liberation from conformity,
awakening beyond illusion,
a movement toward transcendence
and beyond transcendence itself.

— MyKoul