I Will Remember Him Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I will remember Him—
The One
I was first commanded
To remember.

As water keeps
The lost voice of its river,
And the river—
The dreams of its rain.

I am silent—
Like the broken shape of clay
In which light still turns.
In my chest, an eternal flame burns,
Breathing still
Through the graveyards of time.

The price of that touch
Is the debt of that first breath—
The day Alast was spoken,
When from the lips of Kun
Light touched the dust.
That same instant
Was both my dawn of creation
And my dusk of separation.

Faith—
A proposal made of light—
Turns a wound to word,
A word to worship,
And worship to silence.

Desire—
Is for that Oneness
Where You, I, and He
Are three reflections
Of a single light;
Where being melts
In its own fire
And becomes pure radiance.

We—
Suspended on the edges
of our shadows,
Linger near the clusters
Where the Beloved appears,
Veiled as the lover himself,
And the mirror's lips declare:

> I am the lover and the beloved,
The witness and the witnessed,
The seeker and the sought,
The secret and the revelation.

Find me there—
Where time becomes a moment
And rests within itself.
There,
Blood stirs again
Through the arteries of the sun,
Across the olive fields of light,
Where even shadows breathe,
And silence
Repeats its first echo.

That touch once mine
Now passes through me as air.
Yet with every breeze,
I feel His nearness in my breath.

What price do I pay
For the touch I cannot touch?
Perhaps—
This burning, this memory,
This endless invocation,
Is my faith reborn—
My origin, my eternity,
My touch of God.

—October,27,2025