Flame Of Life Poem by Mystic Qalandar

O Life—
eternal, flowing flame!
When your touch found me,
the frozen rivers of my being
melted in the tender light of silence.

Your hand turned every ash
into a secret—
a whisper tearing the veil of time.
Now I stand in the desert of annihilation,
gathering rays of knowing from the dust.

In every spark scattered across the sky,
I search for your face—
a vision unseen by eyes,
yet beheld by the soul.

My ascension lies hidden
in the radiance of your oneness.
This is perfection: a mirror within me
where your glory takes form.

In the hush of my depths,
I hear your light approaching—
a soundless, eternal song
pouring the cosmos
into the courtyard of my soul.

O Flame,
warmth of existence!
You lift me beyond mortal walls
into the boundless ocean of the divine.

You are the pilgrim of my solitude,
the master of my inner realm.
Your fire no longer burns alone—
it nurtures, awakens, illumines.

Each breath tells your story,
each thought bears your hue.
Every fallen veil proclaims
another of your victories.

With every union,
you lead me back to the origin,
until I know—
my being is none but yours.

Now you dwell in every breath.
There is no me, no you—
only Light, only Beauty,
one endless stream
flowing from eternity to eternity.

My illusion of self turned to dust;
dissolving in the wind,
and in every whisper,
only your name remains.

—October 8,2025