The Inner Mirror Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Clear the glass—ah, not with hands,
But with the breath no speech commands;
A veil dissolves, the shimmer shows
The face that only silence knows.

The mirror gleams where shadows sleep,
A crystal depth the soul must keep;
And there I gaze, yet not the baser self—
But the True Self I find, truer than my truth.

No mortal eye may glimpse this fire,
This secret lamp of pure desire;
A window inward, hidden wide,
Where time and thought themselves subside.

The clouded ones pass by in dream,
Their sight unlit by the unseen stream;
A single sigh, a falling tear,
Will veil the depths, obscure the seer.

What is this glass, this inward shrine,
Where knowing ends, yet truths entwine?
It is the well where silence sings,
The heart that bears eternal springs
Of thought, intuition, and inspiration.

For though this mirror seems but mine,
Its frame is cast in the All-Design;
A spark enwoven, soul by soul,
The secret thread that binds the Whole.

Yet rare the gaze that truly sees
The One in all, the all in These;
A wordless flame, a hidden call,
Reflected back, the source of All.

—September 4,2025