The Apple, Seeing Another, Learns To Blush Poem by Mystic Qalandar

In the quiet breeze of the garden,
Where every leaf trembles like a prayer bead,
The fruits gaze upon one another
And recognize their season of ripeness.

This is the eternal secret:
When the Radiance of Beauty uttered, "Be! "
Upon the green branches
Life's first kiss descended,
And for the first time,
Color intoxicated existence
With the Wine of the Primordial Covenant.

Thus,
The apple, seeing another, learns to blush,
And the soul, in the mirror of another soul,
Remembers its pledge to the Lord.

We, too—
When, in the eye of the heart,
The light of that Divine Cupbearer flashes,
We understand:
This is the very Wine of Eternity
Hidden within us,
Which makes us travelers
From dust to the heavens,
From annihilation to immortality.

This is the Color
That transforms clay into light;
This is the Color
That weaves non-existence into being.

And then—
We recognize:
The true garden is that one
Where on every branch, a Divine Manifestation dances,
Where every fragrance, every sound, every hue
Is born from the splendor of the Cupbearer—
That very garden
Where every apple, seeing another,
Learns to blush.

—September 22,2025