In The Heart's Chalice Poem by Mystic Qalandar

In the heart's dark chalice, where illusion's visions gleam,
Resist, O wayfarer, with the soul's undying flame—
The glass of Unity shatters tyranny's twin face,
One Being veiled within the dual lie's embrace.

Better the tomb's deep quiet, annihilation's dust,
Than feed the ego's creed, that foul and festering trust.

To yield is but the slumber of the sightless, hollow soul—
True peace is the awakening that restores the Formless Whole.

Jihad is the soul's transmutation: not the blade, but light's lone quest;
The tyrant dissolves wherever Living Light finds rest.

Pierce the shrouds of being! Let honor's fire expand—
Dignity, the falcon, from ego's pyre is fanned.

Meet the gateway of death; in that void, being is made new—
Justice dawns when the One makes every false form untrue.

Mystic the blaze—the falcon's vast, skyward leap;
Evil but a specter the awakened cannot keep.

Peace is no bargain struck with night's reverberant shade,
But triumph's rising sun where the Seer has all surveyed—
The soul abiding deep in the Beloved's hold;
Perennial the struggle, in unity untold.

MyKoul

March,11,2026