I Am Me—a Reflection On The Divine Mirror Poem by Mystic Qalandar

They spoke of my substance:
Clay—dark and yielding, a cradle for roots.
Water—a secret river beneath the skin.
Air—the restless sigh in hollow bone.
Fire—a flicker behind the watchful eye.
"Elemental, " they said.
"Flesh and breath, bone and spark,
kin to the stag in the thicket,
the fish in the cold stream,
the hawk on the thermal's sigh.
Just another animal, woven from the four."

But then—

Why this speech on my tongue,
shaping thought and intuition,
observation and passion,
into a language no beast has ever spoken?
Why this relentless forge within—
hammering sound into meaning,
igniting expressions no wild thing knows?
Why this terrible, radiant weight—
of knowing, of yearning,
of a curiosity that reaches toward the Infinite?
Why etch eternity into the mirror of mind?

These are not the workings of earth or sky.

So I pressed the voices,
the knowing ones:
"If I am only clay and water,
only air and fire,
if I am only beast—
why then the echo of the Divine
within this cage of dust?
Why trace the Architect
in the blueprint of my being? "

A deep silence.

Then the words came—
simple,
yet shattering the frame of the elements:

"Because He first chose to wear your face.
Because the Unseen, seeking to be known,
stepped into the mirror of your form."

Ah.

That was the answer.

Not built to His image,
but chosen as His image.
The Divine reflection—
not imposed,
but revealed.

And that—
that is when the understanding dawned,
warm,
quiet,
undeniable.
That is when I smiled.