Mystical Elegy—on Passing Of A Soul Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The sun of life is never quenched—
it only shines in brighter skies,
clothed in a robe of radiant light,
beyond the reach of earthly eyes.

No grief can bind the soul
whose path is love's eternal flame;
released from form to formless rest,
it journeys back from where it came.

What seems to us a parting
is union's pure, enduring grace:
the drop dissolves into the sea,
the soul reclaims its rightful place.

No healer's hand is needed,
no remedy for such a call;
Heaven's gate stands open wide—
the soul returns at last to All.

It seems to leave the body,
yet breathes within each living breath;
for death is not an end at all,
but change, not loss—
a sacred passage.

It dwells within eternity's garden,
where timeless spirit softly sings;
the soul only sheds the dust
to rise on freedom's shining wings.

— September 13,2025