There Is An Echo Inside Of Me Poem by Mystic Qalandar

There is an echo inside of me—
a hive of honeybees
singing the world to form.
I fuse with what is true,
bonded to unity—
and now it is all I see.

I am free.

Back and forth,
in perfect time—
tick, then tock—
the echo binds me
to reality.
Thoughts settle like clear water.
I claim nothing.

I am free.

Look closer.
Is this only form?
No illusion, no delusion—
only what is.
This is what the One
has willed to be.

I am free.

Willing to love
each blooming
of the One Seed,
yet not love blindly.
Moving seamlessly,
never apart
from the real Self.

I am free.

Walk this way.
Talk this way.
Live as the divine.
This is sanity.
The only blindness
is to the single Reality—
that is the true casualty.

I am free.

Oh, let me be
as I was made—
before the lies,
the stories,
the borrowed names.

I am free.

Free to know what is.
Free to see how all began.
Free from the dream of two.
No need to know who I am—
there is only I-Am.

Let me be
nothing but free.

I am free.

—January,2,2026