Cracked Flower Vase By The Door Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Cracked flower vase by the door—
yet the rose opens,
a secret flame
in the shadowed chamber of the world.

Its petals speak in silence,
a hidden scripture
for those who wander
between the seen and unseen,
between longing and surrender.

Generous, it calls the bees,
not with sound, but with essence—
to sip the nectar in its tavern,
echoing the Beloved's wine,
the hidden sweetness of the One.

Petals open, unbidden.
The honeybees linger,
veiled in patience and gratitude.
They wait
until the rose's heart
overflows with nectar.

The bees arrive,
cloaked in golden stillness,
drinking from the rose's heart,
their wings echoing
the rhythm of the eternal breath.

Petals unfold without command;
time bends around this sacred ritual.
Every pause, every sip
becomes a prayer,
every drop of nectar
a covenant with the Infinite.

No buzzing, no clamor—
only violins of fragrance,
an invisible symphony
woven into the corridors of the soul.

She nourishes without spectacle,
leaving honey upon their lips—
a quiet teaching:
those who give without claim
hold the secret of return,
and love's sweetness flows
in endless circles.

—August 31,2025.