A Dialogue Between Hatif And The Seeker Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Hatif: Will you let me guide you?
Seeker: Who are you?
Hatif: The silent witness within—
unbroken, watchful,
the one who has always seen.

Seeker: And what will you show me?
Hatif: The rhythm beneath all things,
the pulse through every form.
Do you not feel yourself whole—
self-born, enduring,
never a fleeting shadow?

Seeker: Then why am I lost?
Hatif: You mistake reflection for reality,
adrift upon illusion's tide.
Tell me—can a river
forget its source?

Seeker: Where, then, is my home?
Hatif: In the heart's sanctuary,
where no other dwelling is needed.
The restless mind,
with endless questions,
shatters only the shell of peace.

Seeker: And what stands firm?
Hatif: Four eternal pillars:
Awakening, Enlightenment,
Knowledge, Wisdom.
Would you not rest there,
rather than in this house of
four elements—clay, wind, water, fire—
all trembling, all undone by time?

Seeker: Then what is truth?
Hatif: A mirage too often named so,
shaped by ego,
blind to the luminous source.
Listen—
not with ears alone,
but with your whole being—
and you will find the unseen lattice,
the foundation of the cosmos.

Seeker: And who speaks these words to me?
Hatif: Only your reflection
of the Infinite.

— August 30,2025