The Circle Of Seasons Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Summer blazes.
The soul, drunk on light,
sips a secret wine.
Creation calls:
"Am I not your Lord? "
The heart, drunk on yes,
burns to ash in the sun.

Autumn descends.
Leaves surrender in fire.
Chinars glow in longing.
Fruits testify.
Seeds sink into dark,
awaiting the Day of Return.
Each carries the covenant:
"To Him you belong.
To Him you return."

Winter comes.
A veil of annihilation.
Storms shatter stone.
Rivers roar with grief.
Winds strip the heart bare.
Then stillness—
snow spreads its shroud,
all dissolves in silence.
Beneath, roots whisper:
Hu... Hu... Hu...

Light breaks thin.
Spring remembers.
Frost unbinds.
Waters dance free.
Buds tremble to the reed's song.
Air sweetens—
the Friend draws near.
The heart's garden revives,
green with reunion.

Winter bows.
Spring sings union.
Blossoms laugh.
Earth exhales joy.
The circle completes.
The soul subsists in the Beloved.
Annihilation flowers to life.
Within summer's fire
the Face shines once more:
"Wherever you turn—
there is the Face of God."