Learning To Live Outside A Coffin Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Learning to live outside a coffin,
now that the Light has begun
to answer back,
to pull me
into its current.

At first, only echoes—
my breath rebounding,
my heartbeat pacing
like a frantic horse in a vault.

Then, the soul's whisper,
telling things I do not recall—
from a time before I was
a thing to be remembered.

Yet I feel, faintly,
that primordial dark.
Time does not begin there.
It dwells
in the beginningless,
the endless.
It circles.
It loops.
It gnaws.
Every moment returns
wearing a new mask,
posing the same question
with a sharper edge.

Now the coffin itself
has started to shrink,
to loosen around my ribs,
as if teaching me
I was not shaped
to be contained.

And yet—by the grace of perplexity—
I see it cannot hold me.
Inside and outside dissolve,
mere phantoms of night.
No contraction within.
No expansion beyond.

I am what I am
Beyond name and form
Beyond attributes
revealed over time

Nothing besides me to seek.

—January,4,2026