The Eternal Beloved Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Thank You, Beloved Truth—
veiled flame behind my eyes,
secret fire beneath this crooked smile.
I uncover You,
the One who never chose to hide—
only to be sought.

You abandon none
who keep the night-watch,
hearts trembling at the threshold.
To those awake,
You appear as the eternal Beloved—
One face, yet infinite mirrors,
shining through the lattice of creation.

Not like restless wanderers,
with counterfeit nectar in their veins—
naming hunger love, shadow light,
fastening mask upon mask
to endure the silent night.
They stumble,
feigning dawn on their lips,
yet never behold the true horizon.

The lovers of the Real are reverse:
They see You breaking—
through stormclouds,
Your smile dissolving the iron veil
of illusion's fortress.
They drink Your presence
like hidden wine,
their souls burning
with ancient recognition.

Yet the false familiars return—
phantoms of delusion and decay—
seeking to fracture the vessel,
to erode the covenant
between soul and Truth.
They grind the heart to dust,
bleed the flame pale,
whisper ruin into the marrow
of the seeker.

But even in the tempest,
the lovers utter Your secret Name—
syllables unspoken,
woven in the silence beneath breath.
They cling to the thread of light,
the golden cord no storm can sever.
Even as they gnash and rend the air,
they remain unbroken, unafraid.

And You remain—
Alpha of the unseen,
Omega of the revealed,
the Rose at the center,
the Circle where beginning and end
dissolve into one eternal embrace.

Unmoving.
Unbroken.
The eternal Beloved.