Life A Continuous Process Poem by Mystic Qalandar
Life A Continuous Process
Life: A Continuous Process
I must live after I leave,
to tell—or finish—my story:
a thread pulled from the Weaver's loom,
half-woven in night's dim, sightless light.
The body falls like autumn's leaf,
but the breath—that running stream—
defies the grave's cold dungeon,
whispering secrets through Winter's womb,
to sprout in Spring and write new plots.
—January,7,2026
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