Preserved In Amber Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Preserved in amber,
caught in the fire of consciousness,
my truest life
flies beyond
the boundless veil
of space and time.

Yet I remain—
watching,
willing—
not the flower alone,
but the unseen fragrance
that calls it into being.

The seeds
that were never planted,
the threads
that were never woven—
what do they matter now?

They were never lost.
They were already
within the One,
before seed and soil,
before thread and hand,
before the dream
learned to call itself a life.

So when all is fulfilled,
and every flower
has opened its secret,
I shall still be here—
not as I was,
but as I always was:

a spark within the Fire,
a drop within the Sea,
a trace of the Face
that never disappears.

Held in the deep well
of Eternal Awareness,
I await no future.

I await only
the moment
when what I am
is revealed again
as what I have always been.

For I am not merely
a life preserved beyond time—

I am a living sign
of the One Reality,
a truth
beautifully concealed
within manifestation,
waiting in every form
to bloom into Itself.

—MyKoul