The Falcon Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I am a falcon,
high-born, heaven-bound—
perhaps from His own breath
He shaped me to see Him.
That is why I fly—
in my own way, always.

You pass beside me
like wind through the soul.
I feel You nearing,
but the nearer I come,
the more I find You
beyond every horizon of knowing—
that Reality no space can measure,
no time can hold.

Still, I carry my flight onward
toward the horizon that calls me.
Perhaps, in some hidden moment,
I shall rest beneath the shade
of Your remembrance—
older than thought,
deeper than sight.

He created me too,
that I might fall in love
with His own beauty.
The footsteps of the Beloved,
His silent whisper—
I hear them all.
Yet it is not I who hear:
You are my hearing,
my sight,
my speech.

As the moon veils its radiance
within the brightness of day,
so You hide Your glory
within manifestation.
The seal upon my being
makes me feel
my finitude dissolve
into Your infinitude.

And all my joy is this:
that even within this world
of time and space,
You chose me
for the knowing of Yourself.

Now I no longer fear
the tomorrow that comes.
When You become the wind,
even the unrest of time grows still.
As a breeze through branches
brings quiet to every leaf,
so You bring a hidden harmony
into my scattered soul.

I know my longing
is still the first flight
of a bee newly awakened
to the fragrance of a flower.
Every breeze opens a path,
every wave reveals a lesson,
and every flight widens
the sky of hope.

Though today You remain hidden,
like the moon within daylight,
still I know—
one day, beneath these many-colored heavens,
I shall arrive at that station of love
where You are the Lover
and You are the Beloved,
and what I once called myself
will be seen as nothing
but a relation of You.

Then it shall be known:
there never was another;
there is no other now.
There has always been
only one Love,
only one Beloved,
and in that recognition,
I too shall find
that I have always been
included.

—MyKoul