The Manifest Sings, the Unmanifest Dreams Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The manifest sings,
the unmanifest dreams—
water and stone
are one with the streams.

Nothing abandoned!
Nothing unseen!
The manifest: the mirror!

The unmanifest: the face.
Even the mirror's backing,
hidden from the gaze,
is polished to blaze.

No here without there,
no there without here;
no mirror without the face,
no face without the seeing.

And the seeing—
the silent glance
that joins them both—
is Divine.

The mirror is Divine.
The face is Divine.
The glance is Divine.

—MyKoul