Beyond All Strife Poem by Mystic Qalandar

My soul awoke; all strife outgrown,
The Beloved breathed—the Life was known.
The heavens bowed to one clear plea,
Their fire drowned in a boundless sea.

O eye, no more your tears of clay,
When Vision walks the noon of day.
The flame of love was not to burn,
But to illumine paths that turn.

The face once veiled in shadowed night
Now shines the One's unborrowed light.
No longer captive, undefined—
The lover and Beloved, one mind.

The tales of Majnun drift to dust,
For Love Eternal holds its trust.
Where once two danced, the One remains,
Beyond all losses, beyond gains.

My tears have turned to sacred wine,
Each drop a taste of the Divine.
In Being's garden, roses gleam—
Born from the root of primal Dream.

Love—rhythm of all that is,
A secret hum within the abyss.
Seek not the form that fleets and dies;
True Love alone is Paradise.

Would you behold this truth untold?
Look inward—to the mirror's gold.
Each sigh a chant the silence knows,
Each breath—the tide with which He flows.

O heart, once restless, now at rest,
Your quiet speaks what words expressed.
For Love's vast ocean, deep and wide,
Reveals its face in your own tide.

O reed, breathe not of old despair—
Your song has found its sacred air.
That ache, born of a distant call,
Has melted into Love of All.

MyKoul murmurs: Be lost, be flame—
Burn till no self remains to name.
For in this ash where "I" expires,
The Truth reveals its sunlit spires.

—October,19,2025