I Am The Ocean Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Love stirs where breezes whisper,
where waves of quiet peace kiss the shore.
The heart leans into the eternal song—
joy unfolding, slow as dawn.

Peace rests in those true to their nature,
wrapped in patience, fed by silent depths.
Compassion pours from them like tides,
boundless, from the core of being.

Generosity moves as rivers do—
wisdom follows in its wake.
Anchored in the sacred,
cradled by stillness,
yet alive to the endless hum of truth.

Self-restraint walks beside them,
steady as the moon's pull.
Their spirit burns with quiet fire,
declaring:
'I am the ocean.'

In every fruit, a seed's promise;
in every seed, a forest waits.
We are stardust, spun from cosmic embers,
and the divine alchemist turns our darkness
into gardens.

This is our gift—
to carry the pulse of creation,
to shape silence into song,
shadow into bloom.