The Field Of The Soul Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I lay in that field beyond the borders of time,
where thought dissolves into the station
where memories predate reflection itself,
and silence cradles all that tongue forgot.

There, a joy kindled—
not the fire of becoming,
but that original delight which shone
before I emerged from non-existence's sweet deception;
before breath, before name,
before the long discipline of earth
taught my spirit the grammar of separation.

An eternal longing stirred within me—
not a lesson of this world,
but an ancient remembrance
no passing age could ever erase.
And it spoke:

'Fashion a life worthy of that first manifestation—
transparent, that eternity may behold its face;
faithful to the hidden covenant
that whispers beneath every heartbeat.'

I lifted my gaze.
In the heart's boundless sky,
a blueness opened—
shoreless, without beginning or end.
No horizon divided height from depth;
the Infinite simply unfurled itself.

Then the sea answered—
not from without,
but from within that same limitless sky.
Its living waters rose from my silence,
calling me toward the homeland
I had never truly left.

My desire:
to walk that quiet shore
where sea and sky forget their names;
where every boundary returns to its first clarity,
and every wave recites the eternal script
written before creation found its voice.

When those waves entered my thoughts,
my thoughts released their burden
and longed to drown in those luminous depths.
There, light did not oppose darkness,
but wore it as another garment
of the one Divine Mystery.

To go there—
not to flee the world,
but to pass through its mysteries
as a water-spirit passes through water:
unshaped, complete, fearless;
at home among the unspoken paths
that lead stars, souls, and prayers
to the same hidden sea.

I gazed without expectation—
and then I saw her:

a dark water-spirit,
whose beauty was not borrowed from light,
but born of that fathomless depth
from which light itself receives its meaning.

She swam through the boundless sky
as though sea and firmament had never been divided;
as though water and ether
were twin dreams of the same eternal Mind.

Between worlds she drifted in stillness,
every movement gathering
the scattered fragments
of my forgotten beginning.

How beautiful—
how intimately familiar—
free from illusion,
nourishing to the spirit!

Less a being than a revelation;
the hidden face of wisdom,
the soul's forgotten companion,
that secret beyond all forms
calling forever within
the living heart of pure Reality.

Then I felt with an open heart—

Was I remembering the sky,
or was the sky remembering itself through me?

Was I seeking the Truth,
or was the Truth awakening its own remembrance
within the mirror of my soul,
through the primordial covenant
sown before time?

For one eternal moment,
there was neither dream nor dreamer,
neither sea nor sky,
neither seeker nor Sought—

only the endless remembrance
of the One who had forgotten nothing.

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—MyKoul