Now I Am Here Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Now I am here.
No return ticket needed.

Past the unseen border,
dissolved into the wind,
among spring's bursting gardens,
I emerge from that cold non-being.

I smile,
and bid a grateful farewell
to the riches of nothingness.

Risen, phoenix-bright,
I wake where the Beloved kept watch—
soaked in divine consciousness,
blossoming in the heart's clear mirror
upon the silent river.

Now I awaken to my reality:
both strange and familiar,
poised at the edge of eternal dawn,
a witness to my own divinity.

I gather the scattered signs
of a newly born world.
The heart's clear mirror stands—
still, luminous, ever-present.

I hear the restless question:
"Am I not your Lord? "
and on the frozen ice of yesterday
I watch the sun of a new morning rise.

Here, stars do not merely glow—
they breathe.
There is no morning, no evening—
time rests quietly within my gaze.

That old, cold, shadowed world
needs no return ticket,
no visa.
I will remain—

leaving the departed behind,
at peace,
with unwavering resolve.

—January,25,2026