The Eternal Blossoming Poem by Mystic Qalandar

From the womb of the self,
a vine unfurled—
drawn toward the roots of the Living Tree,
it wandered through lands ever-blooming.

Cradled in emerald meadows,
anchored in the velvet heart of earth,
it sought the dwelling of the Divine:
where no storm dares trespass,
where no wind may rend.

There, at the root of the Living Tree,
its stem rose to greet the sky,
climbing ever upward,
ascending toward the endless.

In time, the sun's golden breath
gilded its leaves,
and the vine gazed upon a wonder—
the Living Tree had blossomed.

Its branches bore bright fruit,
and within each, a seed—
each seed a covenant
of forests yet to rise,
all mirroring the Living Tree.