May Sleep Break Poem by Mystic Qalandar

May sleep break
before spring arrives.
My heart drifts
in the quiet between petals—
unaware that absence
is but presence in another veil.

I have not touched
the snow flower's hue,
yet it is woven
into my inner silence,
where winter's hush
already gleams.
Here, whiteness
needs neither grasp nor longing.

At the threshold of thought, I linger—
but who dyes the world silver
if not the gaze awakening
to what has always been?

The snow flower heralds spring.
Night alternates with day,
finding its spiritual awakening
in the rise of dawn.

In dreams, black snow falls,
quietly writing our story
on the invisible ridges of becoming.
Fear is born in this sleep,
yet even darkness is inscribed
by the same hand that writes the light.

If sleep does not break,
I may wander these painted shadows.
But dark snow is merely a mask—
no true separation,
only a heart not yet aware
that all color, all shade,
belong to one sun.

I do not love the black,
yet I wear the kohl of charcoaled hours—
it holds the echo of the infinite,
a reminder that the void, too,
mirrors a fullness,
always concealed in plain sight.

So let sleep break
before spring arrives.
Not for union, but realization—
the gentle uncovering
of what was always near.
A quiet wonder to awaken the heart
to a presence never absent,
where longing ends
and recognition begins.

— November,17,2025