Beyond Thought Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Life flows through me—
a hidden river, dark and deep,
bearing the Beloved's breath
on currents only silence keeps.

I am a thought,
a flicker on the soul's vast sea,
a wave that rises, falls, and fades—
one echo of the One in me.

But who, O heart,
feeds this fleeting flame?
Who dreams the dream
that has no name, no claim?

I reach beyond the mind's thin veil,
past the clutch of time and space,
to meet the silent Friend within—
the Source of every form and face.

I am made to think,
yet thought is not my core;
I am the breath before the word,
the stillness at the mystic door.

In thinking, I both vanish and return—
a drop dissolving in the Wine,
one taste of the Beloved's burn.

I am the thread, the loom, the cloth,
the silence woven endlessly—
the hush where all our echoes cease,
the flame of unity.

Before the dawn of sound, I rest;
beyond the veil of fleeting breath—
the sacred trust, the timeless dance
that spins the sun and mends the death.

From this deep quiet, I arise—
the soul's own single, soaring theme:
the Lover and the Beloved held
within the same unbounded dream.

I am the fire that cleanses form,
the sea both wild and calm;
beyond all thought, beyond all dream—
I am the One. I am the Balm.

—October 14,2025