Return To What Never Left Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I tried to run and grasp
what lies beyond human sight—
but the more I reached,
the more the seer dissolved.
My vision blurred,
my heart thundered—
until I saw, for the first time:
I am what I had been seeking
outside myself.
This feeling—
it is different now.
Not longing, but knowing.
As the illusion of two fades,
the restless heart
and searching soul
fall apart.
Now, One is my whole world—
my essence, my truth.
It feels like a first dawn,
as if my soul
is being called home
by that ancient echo: Alast.
And the answer rises—Balā.
"Yes."
That call was never silent.
It always reached me.
But I, in heedlessness,
let it pass unheard.
No more.
No other longing remains—
nothing but this soul,
this truth.
I am already home.
Why should I yearn
to return
to where I have never left?
My home is open—
always—
a place of rest,
of quiet contentment.
My Fitrah calls me back—
not to another place,
but to what has always been.
I seek no illusion of paradise,
for truth itself
is enough.
My precious soul—
my only reality—
whispers,
Proclaim! I am the truth
and now I know:
I am the truth.

MyKoul