The Bridge Of Unremembering Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The Bridge of Unremembering

The bridge that never broke—
we only forgot
the mirror sleeping
in our own eyes.

1.

In the blackness of night
every ember is a scripture
that, burning in its own radiance,
inscribes upon the tombstone:
'I am the one who is you.'

And that nightingale,
guardian of morning's
forgotten light,
still sings at the window
the ancient hymn
we abandoned
to the silence between heartbeats.

2.

Love is the primordial fire.
You believed it could be extinguished.
It consumes everything to ash
except the Beloved—
except that luminosity
throned in your own eyes,
patient as eternity.

Except that Being
who from before the first Alpha
to beyond the final Omega
remains intoxicated
with its own unveiling,
and you mistake this
for the pulse in your own chest.

3.

Then comes the First Dream—
when nonbeing opened its eye
and tasted existence
in its own breath.

That hidden secret
beheld its own radiant face
and in the ache of that vision
scattered itself into the cosmos.

Every star is a fragment of that dispersal,
every shard
remembering
the wound of its own origin.

4.

Love is an ocean
returning to itself.

The wound of separation
is only the name of that return—
it is the balm
that reveals to the wound its own depth,
and then the soul whispers:
'I was never broken.
I had merely forgotten
my own salt.'

5.

Every heartbeat is a threshold
behind which
light stands
eternally
awaiting its own recognition,
on the precipice of itself,
yearning toward itself.

And hope?
It rises
from the womb of darkness—
like dawn
hearing its forgotten name
called from that same dark,
from the throat of the abyss.

6.

Multiplicity does not vanish,
it becomes remembrance—
every star in its own brilliance
recites
the same single sky,
and in that recitation
the eternal Oneness
breathes,
already throbbing
in the marrow of every thing.

Love is the bridge
where dispersion
discovers its ocean again,
and every fragment
becomes the whole universe
recollecting itself,
finally,
in the mirror of its own gaze.

—MyKoul