Migration From The Fleeting To The Eternal Poem by Mystic Qalandar

One does not cast off
the self in haste,
nor surrender the ego
at fire's first dawn—
only when the soul is drawn
beyond all that appears,
and creation fades
into a thinning veil.

When the Light of the Beloved
unveils Its face,
the heart bows low
to That Presence alone.

It is a migration
from the fleeting
to the Eternal,
where ascent dissolves
all trace of descent.

Whoever has tasted
the wine of nearness
no longer haunts
the marketplace of "otherness."

When the hidden root
of being awakens,
it beholds no "other"
behind form's fragile curtains.

I have shattered
the spell of borrowed loves—
the tongue of the heart
utters no more falsehood.

Within Unity's circle,
neither many nor one
as number endures—
the knower has stepped
beyond all counting.

A lamp is kindled
within my chest—
no storm of existence
can quench its flame.

This knowing of Oneness
sustains my path;
I no longer seek signs
at every turning.

When nearness crowns
the heart's completion,
the heart turns not
toward created things.

One who beholds beyond all realms,
beyond even the beyond,
seeks no reflection
in the self's dim mirror.

O seeker veiled
within my words—
this is the heart's migration:
nothing remains but the Beloved,
and even "nothing"
vanishes in His presence.

MyKoul