Here I Am Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Here I am—
But from where does this here arise?
From what silent horizon
Does presence awaken into form?

Here I stand,
Have stood,
And shall stand again—
In the mystery that circles itself.

I am not of the stars,
Nor of the deep below,
But of the unseen breath
That binds their being together.

I am—
The storm and its still center,
The echo and its first call,
The bound, the freed,
The grace, and the one who receives it.

Yet, O Infinite,
None can compare
To the descent of Revelation.

It falls—
A silver tide upon illusion,
Dissolving veil after veil,
Quenching thirsts
That were never spoken aloud.

From its rainfall
Bloom gardens of Light—
Knowledge waxing into dawn,
Wisdom flowing
Through the soul's interior lands.

Awakening follows awakening,
A lamp kindling another,
An endless enfolding
Of illumination.

O boundless mercy,
Ever-circling, ever-returning,
Your rivers move through the cosmos,
And the cosmos drifts within your rivers—
Without beginning,
Without end.

—November,18,2025