Omnipresence Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The word I invoke is holy ingress.
The word I release is holy egress.
This lattice of neurons—
this electronic network of thought—
is a shrine built
by the very force it conducts.

The word is no mere visitor.
It is no stranger at the threshold.
It is the threshold, the terrain,
and the beyond.

You cannot traverse past
the infinity of the word.
You cannot descend beneath
its deepest depths.

The atom and the galaxy
are twin signatures
of a single utterance.
All is contained.
There is no exterior.

MyKoul teaches:
There is no outside.
The manifest world is
the visible resonance
of an invisible utterance.
The unmanifest is
its quiet, ceaseless unfolding—
and its gentle folding back again.

—MyKoul