On The Path Of Love Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I set upon the path of love—
silent, like a moth
that circles its flame.

A soundless dialogue with light;
within my chest, the faint pulse of Hu.

I rise from dust,
a phoenix unbound—
burning my chains,
stretching wings into radiance.

The sea has learned my name;
it lingers on the tongue of waves.

Night dissolves into water,
and dawn awakens me.

Now distance becomes intimacy,
the flame—a sun rising within.

I do not make prayer a burden of longing;
I breathe love in,
and love breathes me into being.

No solitude remains;
my heart beats with all things.

The lamps of heaven respond,
their light surrounds me—yet does not erase me.

Memory is no longer toil,
but the rhythm of existence.

The lamp within me
burns with quiet strength,
reaching toward the stars.

I do not set;
I am a melody—
woven in eternal harmony,
the source from which I spring,
and in which I remain:
whole, consecrated, free.

—Septembern23,2025