The Alchemy Of Being Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I love the tender green of earth—
the grass, the stems that pierce the stone,
their hidden roots drinking the unseen,
holding the eternal secret of life.

From barren soil, a green soul rises,
its very birth
a testament to divine beauty.

Becoming and ascending—no mere signs,
but devotion itself made manifest.
When shells and masks fall away,
what remains is the pure alchemy of being.

I love all that surrounds me,
for every particle, silent yet sure,
belongs to the grand design of ascension.

I linger before the Door of Longing,
where life completes itself in truth—
a manifestation of Al‑Haqq,
turning falsehood into essence,
revealing in every form
the spring of eternal truth.

I see the world
through the absolute veil of unity,
where negation melts into affirmation,
and the cosmos awakens as a single order.

My true self yearns
to wash away the stain of duality—
to carve no idols of separation.

I whisper "no" to every claim of worship,
for my prayer is endurance alone—
the soul's final art,
remembered forever.

When estrangement poisons the heart,
the antidote of oneness descends—
silent, luminous,
like light finding its source again.

—October 16,2025