Never Cease The Search Poem by Mystic Qalandar

All my life
I kept still,
a vessel brimming
with the milk of honey,
poured by the unseen Hand.

Then one day
the vessel began to sing.
Ecstasy flared—
not a mortal ecstasy,
but a molten fire of Love,
splitting the secret eyes
within me
wide open.

And His smile—
ah, that smile—
the purest celebration,
as though my awakening
to the truth within
had been staged
for His delight.

The rivers of Love
that have flowed in me
since before time
rose to overflow,
yet He longed
to play His hidden game:
the dance of
Hide and Seek.

He pressed my heart
into a prison,
sealed its doors,
and concealed Himself
in shifting shadows—
leaving me to wander,
searching blindfolded.

For searching—surely,
is Love itself.
And Love?
It changes shape:
a song on the wind,
a chain of longing,
a hand upon my throat,
burning me alive.

Until at last I knew:
Love's true name is
Never cease the search.

I rose,
a bird of spirit
from a nest of flames.
My lungs filled
with eternal breath.
My words quickened,
wings of silence
in unseen flight.

And wherever they go,
they bear only this:
Love's other name is—
Never Stop Searching.

—September 2,2025