Invisible Window Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Through an invisible window
at the front of my house,
I behold the unseen Lord—
seen in every glimpse,
every breath the world exhales.

Quiet as ice at rest,
self-born from frozen waters,
manifest in every drop
that gathers light
and mirrors the whole.

It does not speak,
for no secret hides
in absolute unity.

The hidden heart pours itself out,
boundless, breathing
through every form.

Utterly alone,
yet All—none beside,
like or unlike—
dissolved in oneness
where expanse admits no division,
the hidden revealed as manifest.

It knows only
its own appearing:
ideas woven into form,
form returning to Essence—
the singular Real,
ever unveiled
within the veil itself.

The window widens inward—
what gazes, gazes back,
unseen, yet seen.

The Lord is not apart,
but the house entire:
the watcher and the watched,
All in the heart of none.

No form seeks its secret—
every form is the secret,
gazing through invisible glass
where hidden and manifest
merge in eternal now:
the Invisible Lord,
self-revealed forever.

—January,1,2o26