The Fire That Knows No Name Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The Fire That Knows No Name

I kissed the sun—
the One without a face—
and drank its fire,
its essence uncontained.

Its light dissolved
the walls I called myself,
becoming a silent sea
where all things merge.

A holy kindling
flared within my heart—
no ties, no names—
only the breath of Being.

I was not I—
and yet, the same—
a stillness singing
through the breaking storm.

No rain could touch
this deep-banked blaze,
no wind could veil
its steady light.

It danced between
shadow and unveiled truth—
the pulse that lifts
the dreaming cosmos high.

Mountains bowed,
oceans held their breath,
stars became mirrors
of the boundless Whole.

Time slipped away—
a page of fading script,
the river flowing past
all form and shape.

I walked where
self and world undo,
where death becomes
a door swung wide.

In that clear fire,
the final veil torn,
all was One—
and One was all, within.

Let me burn until
I rise again—
a phoenix born
of nothing but air.

From dust to light,
from midnight to dawn,
the Love at root
of everything that is.

Rivers carry prayers
without a sound,
the cosmos hums
the note it knows.

All worlds return
to that unending spark—
the One who is All,
and is alone.

I am no flame,
no dream,
no name—
I am the breath
that holds the world.

Where heaven bends
to meet the dark,
there shines the final Light—
the All in all.

—October 14,2025