I Was Always Here Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I was always here—
lost in a speck, estranged from existence,
in the world's smoke, in glistening deceptions,
in the labyrinth of reflections,
my place forgotten.

Clocks devoured silences.
Moments tore away stillness.
I wandered, thirsty for signs,
lost in forests of philosophy,
drowned in oceans of poets—
my heart pouring itself
into others' corners,
adorning them like trinkets.

—What did I know?
The most vibrant philosophy,
the most flowing poem,
was right before my eyes!
This mysterious being of mine—
a realm of wonders and marvels!

A strange world, this body—
sight, splendor, intellect, grace, hearing—
these earth and heavens, moon, stars, sun,
these oceans, barren lands, green fields,
these mountains, forests, glaciers, rivers,
these humans, jinn, and angels—
all living poems!

A continuous, flowing stream,
a net of dreams and rhythm,
a museum of existence,
a boundless treasure of the self.

Then one morning—
without whisper, sign,
doubt or illusion—
the inner eye opened!
As if light tore through eyelids,
from locks sealed for centuries.

Leaves, wind, light—
no longer whispers, but a cry!
My divine nature,
silent since eternity,
parted its lips—
I heard the nameless voice,
the unseen tongue,
as if the Speaker stood before me:

> 'In this empty space,
on this empty page,
there is no face but Mine.
Your thoughts, your words,
this digital touch, the sigh of breath—
all belong to that Sacred Reality,
all are manifestations of His very Being! '

Then I vanished from my "I"—
where was that stubborn child
who once shouted: 'I am!
Unique, separate, master of my own world! '

Now I am chosen—
a drop melted in time's current,
a speaking animal,
that place where Truth itself speaks,
what it thinks, that.

My heart now—
not shattered by the gnosis of Truth,
but bound by an eternal thread.
This silent ascension,
this journey without earth or sky—
every atom, every thing, every existence:
a truth-revealing mirror.

Reflecting nothing
but the forms of things,
the manifestations of the cosmos—
all one reality!

My separate existence?
It never was.
This was all a fleeting lesson,
a schooling of consciousness,
a game of identity.

The universe's manifestations
and my essence
are one today:
the form of unity's existence,
waves of a boundless ocean.

The illusion of duality,
the thought of multiplicity—
all dissolved like smoke.
Because the truth is:
Truth revealed Truth,
lifting the veil from Itself—
now there is only He:
in every atom, in every moment—
One, abiding, unveiled.