Love: The Mystery Hidden Unfolding Itself Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Love overflowed the chalice of my heart;
ecstasy lit every hidden chamber.
Yet from the hush behind all longing
one whisper rose: More.

The abyss within hath no shore.
What seems hunger
is only the Infinite calling to Itself.

Before time dreamed its first hour,
before stars carved their fires into the void,
Love stood alone—unbegotten, undying,
self-luminous, whole.
Its breath births worlds;
its stillness gathers them home.

Ages pass. Names crumble to dust.
Galaxies scatter like ash on the wind.
Yet Love abides:
unseen axis, root and firmament,
the silent law by which the One
beholds itself
in the mirrors of the many.

Longing is not lack but summons.
Each more is a finger pointing toward the sea
where Being swells into its own reflection.

Here—at market, at prayer,
in the space between breaths—
the Mystery unbuttons its robes and smiles.

We are vessel and overflow with own wine,
We are witness to our sea and waves.
We are in the slow but constant unveiling,
we are home even in our wandering.

—MyKoul