Only The Known—always The Knower Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Piercing the veil of my own existence,
where everything stands revealed—
or, asleep in the silence of the cosmos,
I keep gnawing like the thorn of eternity.

Does this outpouring ever cease?
Time devours every breath.
I flow within the transient alchemy
of an invisible form.

Is Truth mine, completely?
Or am I myself its boundless being?
No shadow, no middle ground can endure
this intensity of the soul's fire.

The moon bathes in borrowed light;
I claim the sun's fire as my own.
The vessel is honored, yet it does not possess;
light gives, it does not ask for a throne.

Light only illuminates,
only reveals—
no dominion, no defeat—just an event.
How can one deny the silent kingdom of Truth
by calling unity merely a rule?

Divinity is an admission,
a dream of the mind,
a name placed upon the imagination of space.
Between dissolution and the gulf—language fails.

Do not collide with the air.
Do not place a crown upon reality.
The pilgrim does not go toward the shrine;
the shrine does not yearn to merge with dust.

The seeker dissolves into the sought.
The knower vanishes into the flame.
Only Truth remains—self-luminous,
seeing itself in a temporary mirror.

Torment does not end through wisdom,
but through the freedom of the knower.
Only the Known—always the Knower.

—December,22,2025