With Students Poem by Mystic Qalandar

With students—
a mystic breathes anew,
Without them—
his truths sleep, unseen, askew.

With students—
wisdom finds a listening ear,
Without them—
his words dissolve, unheard, unclear.

With students—
his inner fire turns to flame,
Without them—
it smolders, with no one to name.

With students—
the silence finds its voice,
a living bridge of choice—
Without them—
his vision floats untethered,
scattered noise.

With students—
each seed of light takes root,
Without them—
the garden stands,
but bears no fruit.

With students—
his journey overflows into streams,
sustaining the world through dreams—
Without them—
it is a lamp unseen,
with no heart to gleam.

For just as children carry
a parent's song forward in time,
students, like hidden stars,
bear the master's climb—
and what was fleeting as a whisper
becomes eternal,
sacred,
sublime.