Mystic Exalted Companion Poem by Mystic Qalandar

When trembling hands betrayed my fear's despair,
When shattered, I found You alone were there.
You heard my call, my plea—You turned to stay,
Nor left me lost within the smothering gray.

Am I Your firstborn, cherished, held so dear?
Your love, unbound by terms, transcends the years.
Though from eternal vows I strayed, unwise,
You are the Source from which my breath arises.

By will divine, I bore the trust of old,
Yet strayed, forgot—my covenant grown cold.
But You remembered, kept my soul in sight,
As though Your 'Be! ' still echoed in the night.

You called me—hidden, open—soft, yet clear,
Like mothers call a child they hold most near.
As if I were Your all, Your heart's own claim,
You taught me scorn for this indifferent plain.

Through every sign, Your love unveiled my frame,
Now grace has named my truth: from You I came.
My soul, my core—none else but You abide,
You, who in love, Yourself in love described.

You made me mirror, shaped me in Your light,
To speak, to see, to hear, to think Your sight.
Though veils divide the Image from the Whole,
Still whispers reach me, tender to my soul:

'I love you—set your restless self aside,
The heart's hid secret waits where love resides.'