A Little Seen, Unseen So Much Poem by Mystic Qalandar

A little seen, unseen so much—
Always one.
From sunset into sunrise,
The veil dissolves.
How could there be escape
When the self is but a wave of the ocean?

Poetry is a sacred monastery,
Where the silent traveler
Etches the hidden essence
Upon the canvas of being.
Words belong to those who see
That every soul is one soul,
Drifting only through illusion.

A burning fire breathes through words—
The eternal light of essence.
Each letter a mirror
Reflecting unity behind form,
Ash dissolving
In the sacred flame.

Life suspends itself
Between the manifest and the unseen source,
Where time bends into the timeless,
And every moment speaks
In the tongue of the Beloved.

We sip the wine of love,
The green flame of remembrance—
The intoxicating wine of the eternal soul.
Intoxication is the veil
That reveals the ever-present truth.

Coming and going fade—
Each breath a doorway opening,
Each step a dance of unity,
Where beginning and end
Dissolve into harmony.

So tender the memory of Oneness,
So luminous the vision of thought in being.

Tonight I rest in that monastery—
Nowhere, yet everywhere—
A sanctuary where duality fades,
And the self dissolves
Into the Beloved's boundless embrace.

Beside the lamp of ancient light,
I trace the sacred vow:
To surrender all to the Infinite,
To sleep as the Ever-Awake,
To be reborn in the breath of Unity.

The subtle tune of divine melody
Leaves only the fragrance of the One
Upon the strings of the cosmic violin,
Which sings the harmony
Of the eternal Now.

Above, the celestial instrument awakens,
Offering praises with shimmering flowers
To the eternal servants of existence.

A red river flows
Toward the heart of longing—
A rosary of light
Illuminating the delta
Where all rivers meet the sea.

A little seen, unseen so much—
Always one.
From end to beginning,
The veil dissolves again
Beneath the radiant sun of Oneness,
Where non-existence and existence
Flow as one ocean—
Forever returning,
Forever awake.

—November,11,2025