Peace And Ecstasy Poem by Mystic Qalandar

A soft breeze whispers—
nature's free breath,
carrying the secret of
the boundless void.
The veil lifts from
the soul's deep grotto;
all forms dissolve
in light's eternal tide.

Peace—and pure ecstasy.
Crave nothing more.
In this vast emptiness,
essence stands bare:
no earthly throne,
no crown of hollow rule—
only the depth
of a boundless, silent sea.

Thoughts fall to silence;
grace is won at last.
The mind's restless waves
grow calm, grow still.
The heart's tight knot
unravels into peace—
Unity calls:
not of this world, and yet I am.

No milk remains—
thanks be to God—
for dawn's sweet melody,
this rare, heaven-sent gift.
Release the mother's brief,
fleeting hold;
take up the cup of ecstasy instead—
the soul's ascent.

In mystic fire,
copper ascends to gold;
trial turns humble malt
into wine, blessed from above
with sacred intoxication.

The ancients knew
this everlasting art:
the flaw made strength,
the brave heart blooms.

Metaphysics' mirror holds
but One: creation's breath,
sun of the primal dawn.
Freed from "mine" and "thine, "
all chains undone.
In surrender, bliss is born—
forever drawn.

—January,19,2026