Listen, Says The Mystic Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Listen, says the mystic—
those who rest in silence know.
The wise drink from a hidden spring;
the learned trace only its name.

You cannot walk both ways:
you are the doorway where love enters,
or the wall that keeps it still.
You are the river surrendering to ocean,
or the dam trembling to hold.

Let the quiet move through you—
what breathes, expands;
what binds, forgets its song.
You cannot gather the few
and still embrace the all.

See the one shining through the many,
the many dissolving in the one.
Where you exclude, the light narrows;
where you include, it becomes sky.

The open heart is wind without edge;
the closed one, a room of echoes.
Between souls lies a bridge—
woven of silence,
of presence,
of breath remembering itself.

You were never apart;
the distance was only asleep.
To turn away is to dim your reflection;
to turn toward is to awaken
the note every being hums.

So choose softly:
the wall or the doorway,
the dam or the flowing stream,
the shadow or the dawn.

Listen, says the mystic—
those who hear, know:
inclusion is not a motion of doing;
it is the music of being.

—November,12,2025