On The Shores Of The Lake Of Life Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Walking the shores of the Lake of Life
as evening leans into its quiet descent,
clouds drift above—a patient canopy—
where dreams take root in silence.

That ancient ghat—an abode of stillness—
rises before the inward eye.
Though long severed by the hand of time,
it stands serene, unbroken in its grace.

It feels as though this vision is eternal,
never parted from my soul.
And when I wake from illusion's sleep,
I find myself upon this very path—
moving toward that radiant shelter,
a beacon shining since the beginning.

An old companion waits in the hush,
bound to me through every passing breath.
Through the windows and doors within,
he leads me into his garden of bliss.

My gaze no longer wanders or strays—
in every direction, only One remains.

The water here—a lucid indigo realm—
blooms with the flowers of hidden knowing.

I hear the gentle pulse of its waves,
an unseen light descending into my chest—
and a question rises, soft as mist:
Am I this reflection, or something beyond?
Could any paradise surpass this?

Why fracture such beauty with the weight of doubt?
This vision is grace—a gift from the Lord.
Sow no shadows where there is only light.
Sit awhile… breathe,
and let the silence shape you.
Listen to the lake's quiet rising,
to the music never sung, yet always heard.

I listen—alone, unburdened, free—
lost in a harmony that feels like my own:
the steady pulse of eternity.
I lift my gaze toward the horizon—
the unseen singer's song of life
refuses to fade.

And as dawn's first light breaks the veil,
a deep peace settles into my bones.
The water has cast its ancient spell;
the shadows of fear dissolve and depart.

Awaken now, held in stillness—
no harm can reach you here.
In the embrace of this lake, you are kept;
in your own water of life,
you are forever alive.

MyKoul