The Abyss Of Eternal Mirror Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The day the universe splits—in silent thunder—
you find the Beloved never left your soul.

It fills your veins like endless sky,
beats in your heart's dark center,
where stars turn to seeds of nothing.
Every cell overflows, a blooming pattern—
thoughts explode like newborn stars,
actions flare bright and wild,
feelings held at the edge of an event horizon,
emotions swirl like tunnels through time.

The thirst for separation collapses.
The seeker's arrow curves back to its Source—
no exile, no boundary; every path leads to One.

Look: the Infinite you sought
is your own reflection—Self seeing Self
on a calm ocean of light.

You dissolve, a dreamer waking,
complete in the seamless Whole.
Division was only illusion's game.

The seeker vanishes into the Abyss;
only the Beloved's Light remains—
as you, forever Everything.

—January, 26,2026