Mind, Heart, And Soul Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The soul is bound
to the citadel of flesh,
a wind imprisoned in its own song—
a whisper forgetting it is flame,
burning in the memory of its own desire.

The heart retraces itself,
step by spectral step,
through corridors of longing
that breathe like ancient incense.
Echoes fold into echoes,
and every ache recalls the dawn
before creation stirred.

The mind, that mirror without form,
reflects what cannot be seen—
the hidden light that illumines itself,
the stillness that dreams the flame.
It waits between thought and silence,
between being and becoming,
where all knowing dissolves into praise.

Love or peril, birth or return—
all are masks of the same breath.
Each soul exhales the One into form,
and inhales eternity back into the unseen.
Within that quiet exchange,
the universe blooms and fades,
unceasing, unlost.

Eternity counts no hours;
it turns in its unbroken circle,
like alchemical dust in the palm of God—
timeless motion, stillness made manifest.

And when stars outlive the memory of man,
their silence will remember us—
not as shadows, not as names,
but as the current that still moves them,
the living pulse within the night of worlds:
that which forever is,
and forever becomes.

—November,8,2025