The Capacity For Universal Love Poem by Mystic Qalandar

To see one truth in all that is—
in stone and star, in wind and wing—
is to love without distinction,
a love that asks for nothing,
but flows as rivers to the sea.

The reasoning mind recoils,
calling this a paradox.
Trained in division, it carves the infinite
into cages of thought.
But this is no paradox—
it is existence's secret:
the Breath of the Merciful whispered into clay,
the covenant sealed before time.

Only those who behold the One in all
are capable of this boundless embrace.
They see hearts as mirrors,
each polishing toward clarity,
each reflecting the Face of the Beloved.
To them, every soul carries the fragrance
of the same eternal Garden;
every life is lit by the same unquenchable flame.

They do not reduce the body to soil,
nor exalt the self above another.
They bow to the mystery in each being.
Duality cannot ensnare their vision,
for they see the secret unity
woven through creation's tapestry.

For such lovers, every spirit
bears the sacred right of being.
They know: to see the other as separate,
cut away from the Source,
is to watch love disintegrate
and the kingdom of peace collapse
into restless fragments.

But in remembrance of Oneness,
hearts find their eternal repose—
like stars resting in the night sky,
like drops returning to the ocean.
There joy dawns, pure and whole,
and the radiance of Divine Love
burns without consuming.

In that stillness, the lovers hear
creation's ancient music:
a song woven from the Breath of the All-Merciful,
echoing in the silence of being.
It is the hymn of light hidden in darkness,
the secret laughter of the Beloved
moving through leaves, through waves,
through the pulsing of every vein.

This is the wisdom of awakened hearts:
to love universally is to remember.
It is to dissolve the veil of "I and you, "
to see no other—only the eternal Beloved,
dwelling in every face, singing through every form,
calling:

"I was a hidden treasure,
and I loved to be known."

—September 26,2025