Star Of Truth In The Mud Of Self Poem by Mystic Qalandar

From the mud of self,
the star of truth ascends.
Cold sprays of oblivion
crack the heart's thin glass.
In winter's silent city,
a lake of neglect lies frozen.
Yet deep in the heart's chamber,
the primordial flame stirs—
a secret fire of selflessness,
teasing the first light
of unity's dawn.

The breath of life returns—
a fierce gale,
a tender hum—
carving two realms:
one swollen with want,
the other, spirit unchained,
singing of oneness
beneath illusion's icy veil,
blind to phantom duality.

Under the snow of neglect,
a deep zeal sleeps,
vast as the ocean of unity.
The lamp of insight burns clear,
tearing the veil of distraction—
not to break the world,
but to show it whole,
as absolute truth.
It seals each revelation
with selflessness,
an eternal vow of presence.

The midnight of ego ends;
the hourglass turns.
A new year of renewal
climbs the copper sky of mud.
Through layered dark,
the hidden star now splits
the inner horizon,
blazing its claim:

"From the very mud of self,
I am born—
this fierce selflessness,
this enduring presence,
this soaring unity! "

But I was blind.
Now, with sight restored,
I see it is no other
that speaks—
only my own core.

—December,29,2025