Forever Unfinished Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I trace myself upon the screen,
then lift a healing blade—
not forged of steel,
but shaped by love—
to pare away the layers
that never were my own.

Beneath the surface, deeper still,
a quiet flame endures.
I press through pain and doubt
to touch the tender core,
seeking the sweetness,
the dream-etched truth
within the heart of who I am.

From hidden depths,
light pours through darkness—
a cool, bright whisper,
filling each breath with meaning.
My spirit, an offering.

With every breath released,
I am slowly refined.
This is sacred work—
a lifelong journey:
shedding the false,
shaping the real—
ashes becoming stardust.

So I continue—
forever unfinished,
a vessel filled, then poured again,
becoming more with every step
along the winding way
toward a pearl beyond my grasp.