No Distance, No I Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Truth calls me close,
but I pull away—
lost in the dust of illusions.

Love sees
how far I've drifted from my core,
comes near, breathes into my ear:
What's keeping you from Me?

'A rebel self sticks to my side, ' I admit.
'Even at Your door,
it drags me into absence.'

Truth answers:
It is I who ask you
to train that self—
so it can grow still,
and you can see:
you've never left My side.

'I've been unfair, I've been lost, ' I whisper.
'Beloved, I can't even lift my eyes to You.'

Truth takes my hand, smiles:
Who gave you those eyes,
if not Me?

'True—but I've dirtied them.
How do I fix them where they belong? '

Don't you recognize
the light you see by?

'Then, Beloved, ' I breathe,
'I'll see through Your eyes.'

Sit with Me. Taste
what I've made for you.

I sit.

In that moment, everything opens—
no distance left,
no me left.

— MyKoul