Decreed To Be Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I never set out to be a poet.
Nor did I pursue the mystic's path.
Yet somehow, I became both—
a conduit for the unseen flow.

It began as a quiet experiment:
a rhyme, a flicker,
a pulse of light in the vast unknown.
No grand design—just a spark.

The spark evolved—
seven phases unfolding
like a river's course.
Each current reshaped my inner terrain.
I traveled uncharted waters
and it rewired my essence.

The writing deepened—
no longer fleeting inspiration,
but a clear transmission:
truth speaking
through the core of Being.

It became my compass,
a healing pulse beneath my skin.
Verse by verse, layer by layer,
I peeled away old stories.
Manifested new worlds.
Released the grip of ego.
Learned to ride the wave of life's flow.

This flow rebuilt me.
I no longer fear the silence of death.
My mind quieted.
And in that vast quiet,
bliss opened
like a dawn without end.

Through this channel I move.
Restlessness dissolves into rhythm.
Separation melts into unity.
The One awakens
within the many.

This is the hidden frequency,
vibrating through verse.
Etching its code
on heart and soul.
Creation answers to this rhythm.
Ideas transform
into waves of rhyme,
carried on the breath
and pulse of the infinite.

Though I never chose
to be poet or mystic,
I became them—
for this is the path I was always
decreed to walk.

—September 27,2025