Hu's Ocean Poem by Mystic Qalandar

In night's boundless ocean,
shadows sip the stolen light—
the self's frail lantern dims, bends low,
sighing Hu, that primal sound.

Nameless Source, unbound,
unties the "I" from "you, "
and melts all knots in its vast surge.

Moths whirl to the Flame's secret heart—
not to ash, but into formless flight.
The seeker fades, a wavelet kissing Wave.

Mind's mirrors shatter. One Sea gleams—
eternal riddle, clasping the soul:
To grasp All, clutch nothing,
for only Naught endures.

—February,6,2026