Mirror And Threshold Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The eye is not a window—
it is a mirror;
it reflects not the world
but the world's silent Witness.
It does not choose to see—
it is seeing.
To look is to be seen through,
the seer swallowed by the seen.

The tongue is a threshold,
not a tool.
It gives voice to the mind's
cold geometry
or the soul's warm chaos—
yet both are only echoes
of a single, unspoken Word.
And when it tastes,
it is not for pleasure alone,
but to discern the real from the unreal,
the sustenance from the husk.

The ear hears
only what seeks entrance.
The tongue speaks
only what seeks exit.
The eye receives
only what seeks appearance.
They are not masters.
They are portals.

They bow before the One
who dwells behind the veil—
the Witness who neither sees,
nor speaks, nor hears,
yet is the Seeing,
the Speaking,
the Hearing themselves.

So do not strive to see.
Simply look.
And in that looking,
let the one who looks
be undone.

Veil your eyes,
stop your ears, seal your lips—
if you do not behold the Light,
then laugh at us.

Open your eyes,
open your ears,
open your lips,
O wise one—
if you still do not find the Way,
then laugh at us.

If you have eyes,
let them be mirrors.
If you have tongues,
let them be thresholds.

For the Beloved needs no beholder—
only a silence
that thought cannot contain.

—MyKoul