'Anyway', I Said Poem by Mystic Qalandar

'Anyway, ' I said—
I do not know
from where I have come.
From placelessness,
from the silent womb of nothingness,
I was born in tranquility,
held only in the embrace of silence.

When consciousness
fluttered lightly within me,
like a stream buried
beneath frozen earth,
it whispered the secrets of the stars.

I believe—
we must return
to that primordial state,
to the first pulse of being.
Spiritual fingers must run
through the hair of memory,
and we must drink
the memory
of what we once were—
before time and thought,
before fear and doubt.

My mind whispers,
my body hesitates—
yet I cannot hand over
the reins of the soul's journey.
I must leap—
a leap of trust,
supported by a covenant
older than mountains,
deeper than oceans,
heavier than the weight of stars.

I looked into the eyes of my true self,
where intention and hope
burned like distant suns—
focused in the infinite,
yet gentle, tender,
like newly born light.

Despite the shadow of the mind,
within the true self
a spark flashed—
a spark of nature,
pure, unerring, eternal.
Surely—only surely—
the true self is always right.
It lifts me
above fear, doubt, and delusion,
above all veils woven by reason,
all shadows cast by logic,
all prison cells built by thought.

'Alright, ' I finally said,
and a soft smile
began to bloom
on the lips of my true self.
'Come, let us walk this path,
together—
on this journey of recognition,
toward that horizon
where silence and existence
merge into one luminous pulse.'

And in that sacred covenant,
the universe, all ears,
held its breath—
the winds grew still,
the stars shone bright,
bearing witness
to the soul's union with its own light,
to the spark of eternity
finding its reflection
in the mirror of every heart.

—October,25,2025