The Choice Of The Awakened Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Intimacy with truth—
the most beautiful thing there is.
A singular connection,
souls and hearts entwined,
intuition as whispers,
revelation as gentle light.

I will not dream of tomorrow—
I am here, with Him,
all spoken in murmurs of ecstasy:
the ecstasy of gnosis,
of love, of peace,
of rest and contentment,
where the entire cosmos
shrinks to a single, radiant truth.

Yet—
only the awakened
can choose.

Understanding, empathetic,
a good lover, a careful listener—
these cannot satisfy
the heart that hesitates,
that doubts,
that is veiled
by layers of shadow.

Love with heart, with soul, with deeds—
and still,
only the awakened
can choose.

Strong vision, a just mind,
a divine compass,
clear accounts—
and still,
only the awakened
can choose.

Enough to hold the Hand Divine,
but never to withhold.

Fervent love,
eyes ablaze with passion,
willing to give the fullest
measure of my conviction—
and still,
only the awakened, free in heart,
can choose.

Now I decide:
I will be my own choice.
Values aligned,
my path set,
light and music
by my side—
why would I not
be the first choice?

—October 4,2025