Rooted In The Unseen Poem by Mystic Qalandar

A thousand seasons have turned upon my watch;
my feet sunk in the earth's green clasp, my heart, a woven root—
in the mulberry fields of unity, where all forms dissolve.

Clouds wander, veiled streams of existence,
heavy with seeds of love that bloom in barren soil,
where nothing flowers but the Friend.

I turn from the gale's roar as eternal light
floods the hollows blooming in my breast—
that cave of presence, where the echo of the Beloved dwells.

Calmly I have loved amid the veils of manifestation,
the One concealed in creation's thousand faces,
unfolding in the silent invocation of each breath.

When phenomena fade into the hush of ether,
I do not cry out.

I dwell in the polished mirror of space,
knowing the return—the rūḥ's homecoming—from naught to All.

Love stands as unyielding stone, the eternal chinār;
its roots delve in pre-eternal soil;
its branches reach toward the pleroma—unshaken by storm or sun.

In the Divine expanse, where light summons the moth to flame,
I am the sacrifice; my ego dissolves into essence.

As the Ocean of Oneness swells,
there the true self rests—a drop in the Sea,
ever-returning, ever-One.

MyKoul