Mystery Of Unity Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I behold my true self
as a shadow
woven into the tapestry
of Your unity—
an unseen thread
stitched with the pulse
of remembrance,
echoing Your summons
into oneness.

I abide
in the trembling hush
between notes,
where the unstruck chord
quivers toward becoming,
where infinity
folds itself
into the music
of awakening—
the realization
of being whole.

Let this song
wander the corridors
of my dreaming,
its resonance
brushing forgotten walls—
turning solitude
into sanctuary,
and every dream
into dawn.

Lead me back
to that hour
before time
spun its first filament of light,
when all beginnings gathered
in Your single gaze,
and You looked
into the root of my soul
and asked:
Am I not your Lord?

In that primordial stillness,
I unraveled—
all boundaries dissolved,
and what I called "I"
became a pouring forth:
a single answer
rising from the core—
Balā.

Tell me then—
was that reply
unity unfolding into sound,
or a fleeting shimmer
of separation
collapsing back
into its Source?

Who voiced Alastu,
and who whispered Balā?
Were they not the same breath,
the same origin—
mirrored in the still glass
of awareness?

Perhaps
the question and the answer
emerged as one—
indivisible—
a single vibration
reflecting Themselves
beyond the reach of speech.

Even now,
the mystery lingers
in each breath—
unity shimmering
in the space between selves,
in the pale light
of every awakening,
in the amethyst quiet
where the song
remembers Itself
as You,
as me,
as One.

—November,15,2025