Knowing The Infinite Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Not from ink,
nor from the echo of borrowed tongues—
this knowing descended
like mercy upon a heart made still.

I did not seek it in the world,
yet it found me
when I ceased to be a seeker.

From the covenant of Alast,
a whisper returned—
not heard,
but remembered:
"Am I not your Lord? "

And before thought could rise,
before "I" could stand—
the answer flowed
from the Real to the Real:
"Indeed… You are."

The mind withdrew—
a silent servant
at a door it could not enter.
No questions remained,
no distance survived—
only presence,
only a nearness
older than time.

The veils did not tear—
they faded,
like mist before a sun
that always was.

And what was revealed?
No path to walk,
no truth to attain—
only this:

The seeker
was never born.
The Sought
was never absent.

And all along—
it was
the Truth
knowing
itself.

—MyKoul