The Garden That Was Never Absent Rediscovered Poem by Mystic Qalandar

In the dark weave of uncertainties,
the heart, thirsting for life's spring,
wearies itself in endless pursuit—
all my days dissolved in this chase.

A poverty of belonging haunts me still:
a war between the breath and soul.
Deep, intoxicating slumber
and raw, total wakefulness—
this pendulum sways my daily rite.

No more do my eyes stray to voids.
Imagination—blueprint of my pre-birth being—
guides the path of this quest.

I fled Earth, charted Mars' red call,
sailed through celestial galaxies unbound.
A yellow star nestled in Saturn's lap,
yet I raced toward distant suns,
riding twilight's vessel into the abyss,
drawn to night's hinge on dawn.
All mirage, though: thought's shimmering veil.

Now I descend from skies, reclaim the soil.
The dream I spun and severed,
those visions beyond Earth in outer vaults—
the truth I hunted lies in one:
above and below, heaven fused to ground.

I see it now: my mortal garden
never lay waste. Inhabited always—
past, present, eternal.
I alone was absent,
a deer strayed from its secret glen,
severed from origin's sanctuary.

Tracing my own reality's thread,
I return, awakened:
in Al-Haqq's presence, no rift endures—
mortal realm and Divine domain
merge, seamless, whole.

—December,15,2025