Being Real Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Being real is no saying—
it is the veiled truth.

Soul, descend in stillness
into the essence of your essence.

Your thoughts, your actions—
they are not illusions.
They arise from a depth
beyond neurons,
beyond the mind,
beyond the passing "I."

Can you see?
You are a seed—
the Whole folded within,
a vessel of the Divine.

Grow.
Root in silence.
Unfold through light—
stem, branch, leaf, fruit.
Then return
as countless seeds
of your own becoming—
reflections of the One.

Go within.
Go deeper.
Contemplate this:
You began as a seed
from what always was,
cradled in the timeless breath.

This is beyond karma,
beyond cause and effect—
a rhythm turning endlessly,
seed into seed,
being into being,
without beginning,
without end.

Hear this truth:
You are real.
You opened
only to blossom,
to return as light,
to merge again—
the seed and the Whole,
the beginning and the beyond.

— October,23,2025