Progression To Unity Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Lingering tremors—
emotions unspoken—
I once lay beneath
illusion's veil, unbroken.
Forgive the deceptions
of earlier days:
I wandered blind,
my still mind drowned
in the mire of unknowing.

A fractured self,
a borrowed name—
mere shadows
cast by the One Flame.

Yet sorrow carved
dream into dawn,
and led me into
One Light, One Law.
Past, present, future—
beads on a string,
threaded by Time
in sacred unfolding.

No veil remains—
only Unity.
Why name the beads
apart from the thread?
Why cling to the myth
of separation instead?

Why grasp the veil
when all is One?
Why start with the fiction
that we're undone?

No more questions—
no how to return?
no where to begin?
Time is no circle—
it is Divine Flow,
a river that runs
and renders all whole.

The mind now falters not,
The mirage of division
returns not again.