Standing At The Edge Of Truth Poem by Mystic Qalandar
Standing At The Edge Of Truth
The truth is not a mirage
in the womb of the desert—
it waits as a brackish sea
for the thirsty soul
standing at the water's edge,
close enough to touch,
yet unable to drink
even a sip of meaning.
I return again
to the same shore,
receiving only what is allotted:
a brief unveiling—
a few restless waves
rising and falling
on the breast
of the vast sea.
—Decemer,24,2025
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