The Song Of Homeless Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I am a bearer of two abodes:
One, behind the veil of time and space,
The other, woven in their fleeting loom—
Yet I remain, eternally, homeless.

Dreams dissolve me toward the First Abode,
Where Alastu echoed—the soul's primal oath—
Before breath wore the mask of name,
Before the Witness breathed Yes within my core.
There, sleep shatters like a fragile glass;
I am the unbound Hu, essence before echo.

This clay-form lingers in the Second Abode,
Forged of dust-dreams and borrowed days,
Yet my heart withers in its mirrored cage.
Here, I turn upon the wheel of becoming;
There, I recall the Face before all faces.
Here, tears carve rivers through a mortal veil;
There, I danced as pure rejoicing—
Breath undivided, Hu thundering in silence.

Existence cleaves in twain:
One half, bound to form's dense alchemy,
One half, soaring in eternity's breath-fire.
Two abodes I hold,
Yet for the First, a longing vast as non-being,
A love inscribed in pre-time's hidden script,
Sealed by the One who forgets not the spark.

Though the void's gate stays sealed against return,
Nor can I shed this descent into mirror-form,
I surrender my yearning to the eternal Now—
For Alast's knowing never left this place.
It pulses in this breath, this shimmering world,
Blooms like water-lilies from abyssal roots,
Swaying to Hu's hidden rhythm,
Where the homeless heart finds home in every atom.

—January,14,2026