He Who Is Myself Poem by Mystic Qalandar

When the stars of my hands trembled,
When I shattered like scattered dust,
You heard my cry pierce the night,
And wrapped me in mercy's cloak.

Once Your beloved, Your firstborn,
Cradled in the lap of Your love,
I lost my way in tangled paths—
Yet You sought me in the wilderness!

I forgot that ancient covenant,
The pact sworn at my very dawn.
But You remembered; steadfast, true,
Like a mother calling through the dark.

You taught my soul to scorn this city,
Let me taste Your sweetness, pure and deep.
Now I know—You are my true essence,
My very breath, my voice, my core.

You made me Your reflecting glass,
Your light ignited deep within.
Now in every gaze, only You—
You alone speak, You alone hear.

You whisper: 'Erase your frail ‘I, '
Find love's vast treasure in your heart.'
Now I am lost within Your whirlwind—
I have no one, no thing, but You...