Reclaiming The Undivided State Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I turned away
from every image that dulled
my heart's inner sight.

I no longer allowed
the drifting dust of desires
to veil its tranquil light—
that light which mirrors what is real,
untouched by time's deceit.

I renounced that fire
I once called love,
though it burned me down
into silent, refined ash—
a pyre of illusion and conjecture,
where the flame of the ego
consumed its own false throne.

I turned from that subtle poison—
the ancient division of self and other,
the whisper that where the One is,
there might be Two,
the veil of separation's lie
woven by the mind's indelible dreams.

I expelled its shadow
from the sanctuary of my being
where a single glance from the Beloved
scatters the fabric of duality.

Thus I chose healing
over the tremor of passing emotions—
stillness hidden beneath the storm of becoming:
the eye of eternity,
where waves of appearance dissolve
into the sea's own depths.

And in that moment of choosing,
something older than memory awoke—
a purity not fashioned by chance,
unwounded by the world's sharp thorns,
never lost in the labyrinth
of names and forms.

The heart, no longer scattered,
returned toward its primeval silence—
transparent as creation's first breath,
perfect as the unbegotten sky,
vast as the origin
before the cosmos unfolded.

The One without a second,
the mirror where all reflections
find their source.

There, in that undivided state,
the soul is watered
by the spring of everything,
and knows itself as no way—
separate from the source of everything.

—MyKoul