I Shall Not Die Poem by Mystic Qalandar

It's all right —
I shall not die one day,
nor be scattered
into nothing.

Why deceive myself
with the illusion of death?

Truth whispers, my dear —
I shall not take a bed
in the dark chamber of earth
for some eternal rest.

I shall move on —
a living soul,
in ceaseless motion
along the path of life,
without beginning,
without end.

Yet pause—
I take two steps,
one after another:
nonexistence — one;
existence — another.

With each breath,
my being refines,
polished into fuller light,
made manifest
through endless becoming.

There is no final rest —
the world within me
breathes unfinished,
each pulse a quiet echo
of that first becoming.

Existence calls itself anew,
and I — its answering voice —
move through
infinite beginnings.

—November,13,2025