I Will Hold My Soul Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I will hold my soul—
like a trembling spark in night's palm—
until my heart becomes its furnace,
until the flame and the burning merge into one.

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II.
I will peer into this body,
this coarse clay, this mortal dust,
until my skin and bones
remember my true essence—
that silk
woven by a thousand hands of light,
until my heart hums the hymn
where my divine soul walks barefoot.

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III.
I will recall my true name, the Truth,
cast off the tattered cloak of 'I, '
until I awaken as reality itself,
where all rivers plunge into the ocean,
until I recognize that boundless sea
from which all rivers arise—
as vapor, rain, and snow—
only to return once more.
When water is all there is,
and water meets water,
what struggle remains, what strife?

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IV.
I will still the storm of my ego,
let no shadow cross my mind's sky
without blessing.
Until my thoughts become as clear as rain,
so I may understand:
I am the silence,
and I am the noise,
I am the sacred breath.

I am that eternal flower
wrapped in its own fragrance,
scent spilling in every direction.
And the fragrance is never apart from the flower.