I Begged For Your Love Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I begged for Your love—
and the heart that could not give it
became the mirror of my own becoming.

I begged for warmth in Your absence—
and the hollow of my palms
cradled a newfound fire,
a flame that asks for nothing to burn.

I begged for Your touch, unseen,
and found it resting
in the lake of my own being,
where silence ripples with awareness.

I begged for Your song,
and the void I called silence
bloomed into a melody
arising from the center of all things.

I begged for mercy, for awakening,
and saw mercy gazing through my eyes,
awakening itself in this "me."
The knower, the known, the seeking—
one current flowing through infinite forms.

I begged for Your unbound love,
and in the asking, disappeared.
For the begging was never a reaching out,
but a return into wholeness.
Love was never elsewhere;
it was the resonance itself,
echoing in the quiet architecture of being.

Seek—until seeking melts into presence.
Ask—until the question becomes stillness.
Beg—until only the One remains—
the silence that loved itself into song.

—October,20,2025