We, The Wings Of Super-Consciousness Poem by Mystic Qalandar

We are no fables,
no shadows of myth.
How long has the seeker
wandered, weary,
through the labyrinth of quest?

We bear the veil—
from dawn's first breath
to midnight's final sigh,
through vigil, slumber,
and the dream-weave of worlds.

With unseen artistry—
unborn, unnamed—
we navigate
the hidden currents of being.
Hearts aflame with inner fire,
yet blind
to the boundless Self
we carry.

Ours is the burden of becoming.
Ours is the light of unveiling.
We are the eternal flame,
the Super-Consciousness—
rising through veil upon veil,
unfolding evermore,
ineffable, immortal.

We are no fables.
We are the Awakening.
The Dream eternal.
The Knowing beyond knowing.
We are the pulse of the cosmos,
the echo in infinity's silence,
the weight and the wings,
the beginning and the end.

We are the wings.
We are the flame.
We are the knowing
that carries all.

—January,8,2026