The Infinite Within Poem by Mystic Qalandar

You bear the infinite—
not carried,
but breathed: an unseen pulse,
the secret current of fire
spiraling through blood,
remembering its covenant
of descent.

And the earth,
this vessel of dust,
receives the embered fall of stars;
each step a hidden seal,
each motion a consecration.

It knows
the infinite within you
not as burden,
but as rootless light—
the first vow folded inward,
whispering through clay
like a buried flame.

To walk so consecrated
is to be both master and servant,
threshold and return.

The veil is nothing
but a trembling skin of shadow
before one who beholds
the firmament
as an inward sky—
a sea without shore,
rising beneath the ribs,
its tides eroding all dust,
so that even the ground
answers with sanctity,
and silence itself
yields to prayer.

—September 20,2025