The Fountain Within Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The Fountain Within

There is a spring—the Water of Life—
no mortal eye has seen:
a fountain hidden
past the maps of the world,
where even Moses
lost the way.

Yet there is a way—
not through deserts,
not past the meeting of two seas,
but through the heart,
toward that living source.

Enter, seeker,
where sight ends
and the unseen begins.
Walk inward
until the self falls still,
until the veil
between you and the Sought
thins to a breath.

There, beneath the silence,
a spring flows—
fathomless,
boundless,
nearer than your own knowing.

Drink.

Something ancient stirs—
not the body
that trembles before death,
but the consciousness
that was never born.

Immortality, you will understand,
is not the self's long continuance
but the waking
to what death has never touched.

You bend above the water
and ask:
Where have I found You?

The Water answers:
You did not find Me.
You found the place
where you ceased to be separate.

Then, again:
I am in you.
You are in Me.

No pearl in the deepest sea,
no gold beneath the earth,
no kingdom among the stars
equals this.

The treasure is not possessed.
It is unveiled—
the Eternal
drinking from the Eternal,
the seeker dissolving
into the Sought.

Whoever drinks
wakes into consciousness
and finds, within,
the secret of immortality.

I am within you.

Its gold is hidden
from eyes that seek
only what can be seen.

Whoever drinks this Water
knows no death,
for the secret is not in the heavens
but in the heart.

It grants an honour
that does not decay,
a wealth that time
cannot wear away—
delight beyond imagining,
a soul made beautiful
without deceit.

There, knowledge does not perish.
Illusion falls away.
The inward eye is lit.
No worldly care
can touch this treasure.

The seeker passes beyond transience
and receives the crown—
not as possession,
but as remembrance
outlasting time.

And at last,
looking again
into the crystal depth,
there is no seeker left—
only the Spring,
only the Water,
only the Eternal
moving through the heart.

—MyKoul