The Eternal Seeker Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Across boundless tides of time I roam—
Through realms where shadow twines with light.
A heart untamed, far from any home,
Seeks its true name—
A constant flame to pierce the night.

In every age, a whisper calls:
"Who listens shall be made whole."
A fleeting touch, a glance that falls
Through ancient sands and sacred clay;
I chase the fading edge of day.

My eyes, twin stars in velvet dark,
Pierce the summons of austere love—
A silent anthem, stark and clear,
Imprinting time with gentle fear:
A love stronger than death, yet near.

I've crossed deserts vast and oceans deep,
Through crowded streets and clinging haze.
Dreams rise from hidden spirit springs,
Their nearness binds in unseen ways.

A million lives in restless quest—
Now presence lingers, almost known.
The love of truth denies all rest,
A wordless dance, alone.

At last, upon the rim of seeing,
Past constellations, fate unspun—
Close as breath, all-being freed,
I find the truth when I see One:

Whoever seeks shall find;
Whoever finds forever seeks.

—November,21,2025