Mystic Qalandar

To my heart, the bird's song comes—
Whispered tales of an ancient king,
Not bound to earth, but robed in eternal sky,
Where time unwinds
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My love, your words
Draw radiant rivers beyond time,
Flowing through sleeping valleys,
Through forests where shadow weeps—
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Do not speak of me as gone.
I was never a fragment to be lost,
but the unbroken whole beneath all form—
the light without a wick,
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I remembered You—
in the depths of night,
and in the brightness of dawn;
in the hush of stillness,
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Remember this truth:
You were not born to fade
like mist at dawn,
nor to vanish into shadows.
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I was once a lion
of unseen wilds—
my roar, a clap of thunder;
my gaze, a lightning strike.
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Behind iron bars, the nightingale still sings
Its anthem of freedom—unbroken.
The cruelest world cannot smother
The dawn blazing bright in its heart!
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You are in me,
flickering at the core of silence,
a hidden flame that breathes
through the hollow of my being.
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Light is not brightness alone—
it is the breath of the One,
the hidden pulse behind form,
the first remembrance before speech.
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Beneath the dome of mind,
a nameless storm is born.
Through winding corridors of time
drift echoes of a knowing, lost and worn.
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Lost in the noise of words,
They forget the meanings
God once breathed into hearts.
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Intimacy with truth—
the most beautiful thing there is.
A singular connection,
souls and hearts entwined,
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Being real is no saying—
it is the veiled truth.

Soul, descend in stillness
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My guitar—soul cradle, stripped of strings—
sheds splinters of silence into the void.
Its hollow chest, a cavern of deep questions,
echoes ghosts of songs once unvoiced.
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Within the mind's quiet sanctum,
a tempest of sound arises—
an echoing carnival,
a dance—
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In the womb of silence,
ere sound drew breath,
an ancient whisper ascended—
eternal, uncaused—rising
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O inner light,
secret of the narcissus hidden in the sun,
awakening of my soul,
fragrance of life's garden
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When Love's sacred flame ignites within,
the soul ascends into a realm
where sight dissolves,
and silence becomes the only tongue—
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O Life—
eternal, flowing flame!
When your touch found me,
the frozen rivers of my being
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In silence—
a thought of the Divine awakens,
a hidden wisdom rising
through the clearing of old names.
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