Mystic Mother Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Mother,
I have crossed the lintel
of my first home.

Your pulse—
the silence in my chest.
The cord was cut,
but the astral thread
keeps spinning.

We were one flame
that night divided.
The void that wove me
still gives birth to light.

Your fire, undivided,
burns inside my river.
In the temple of your quiet,
I am only echo.

You breathe my name
in the sound before sound.
I spiral back
to the ground you are.

My hands cup air.
Your body thins to scent—
no bone, no flesh,
yet closer than my breath.
Sacrament past dying.

Let the page unfold:
We are one light behind the veil,
two flickers of one star.

Our parting was the mask
we wore to meet ourselves

_MyKoul