Simply Look Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I.

The eye is not a window—
it is a mirror.
It reflects not the world
but the World's silent Witness.

It does not choose to see—
it is seeing.
To look is to be looked through,
the seer swallowed by the seen.

II.

The tongue is a threshold,
not a tool.
It gives voice to the mind's cold geometry
or the soul's warm chaos—
yet both are only echoes
of a single, unspoken Word.

And when it tastes,
it is not for pleasure alone,
but to discern the real from the unreal,
the nourishing from the void.

III.

Oh, MyKoul,
the ear hears only what seeks entrance.
The tongue speaks only what seeks exit.
The eye receives only what seeks appearance.

They are not masters.
They are portals.

IV.

They bow before the One
who dwells behind the veil of veils—
the Witness who neither sees,
nor speaks,
nor hears,

yet is the Seeing,
the Speaking,
the Hearing themselves.

V.

So do not strive to see.
Simply look.

And in that looking,
let the one who looks
be undone.

—MyKoul