I Belong To The Real Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I belong only to the Real.
Al-Ḥaqq.
The Truth that requires no proof,
the Beloved who needs no intermediary,
the Ocean from which all drops
have merely borrowed their remembering.

What I seek is not empire,
not dominion over others,
not even the lesser paradise of unbroken bliss—
but a single untouched garden
within the vast terrain of existence.

A place where the soul
may sit beside itself in peace,
without interrogation,
without the endless cross-examination
of a world that has forgotten
what silence is for.

A place wholly mine—
yet illuminated entirely by Him.
For ownership without annihilation is still veiled,
and possession without presence
is only another prison.

So let it be small.
Let it be hidden.
Let it be a mustard seed of stillness
in the great field of becoming.

Let it be nothing more than this:
a heart that has finally stopped fleeing from itself,
and in that stopping,
found the One who never fled at all.

And truly—
truly—
that alone
would be enough.

In the Name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful,
who folds infinity into a single breath
and calls it soul.

— MyKoul