The Bumblebee And The Narcissus Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The narcissus blooms,
soft as silk,
its face kissed by light
in the silent melodies of stillness.

Within each petal hides
a secret, luminous and rare—
where even the sun dissolves,
and time pauses, just for a moment.

From the flower's heart springs
a sacred, shimmering light:
the cosmos glimpsed
in a single glow.

Its fragrance drifts through every being,
awakening dreams with quiet, spiritual melodies—
where memories turn to light,
and each breath becomes prayer.

When a lover gazes tenderly
upon the narcissus,
the black mark on its chest
sends a shiver through the heart—
as if a long-forgotten spark ignites,
a lost vision descends upon the eyelids.

Peer deep into its dark eyes:
the arrows of lashes pierce fragile feelings.
From its depths emerges a voice:
'Narcissus, can you ever forget your lover?
It is your own fragrance that dwells within their heart.'

Come, bumblebee—come, and sing
upon my breast!
When the bee alights on delicate eyelids,
the flower testifies—
and in love's gentle fire, it begins to sing:

Wait, wait upon my eyelids,
as long as this world endures,
as long as sun, moon, and stars
turn in their endless dance.

My song will rise
like the rhythm of soft remembrance—
boundless, eternal music
echoing within the heart.

But pause—listen closely:
behind this veil of melody,
centuries awaken silently.
A timeless voice spreads, unbroken,
resonates in the heart's vast chambers,
condenses into a single point—
ever-present, eternal.

What is annihilation?
Merely a fading shadow,
a blurred line upon the mirror,
the fleeting breath of time.

If the soul becomes aware, it finds the secret:
what remains never dies—
it cannot.

If you recognize yourself as the Remaining,
if you truly know,
even the roar of storms cannot silence
that inner music,
the luminous seed of stillness—
the same light from which all things rise:
stars, rivers, hearts, tears—
all dwell within its depth.

Listen, beloved—listen:
the song of light, day and night,
inscribes its fire upon your brow.
The narcissus opens its heart,
veils lifting slowly,
and within your tender soul flows
a river of peace—
threading every vein as silent light.

Beyond breath and body,
you are the reflection of that song—
where neither death may strike
nor any breath be stilled.

Transparent as glass,
the eternal hue of light,
a heartbeat of stillness—
the company of primordial radiance,
where even time pauses.

You are mirror and ray,
fleeting moment, changing day—
the soul, sculpted by the cosmos,
drawn from its depths,
placed into the form of a dream.

Flower and bee, eye, fragrance, breath, body—
all merge into one flame:
the radiance of infinite love,
a timeless dance
where, in every heartbeat,
the universe itself pulses.

—December,13,2025