The Lake Of My Heart Poem by Mystic Qalandar

O My Beloved!
The mountains stand in the hush of Your silence;
They raise no cry,
Yet every stone, every peak
Echoes Your remembrance.

When the lake receives their reflection,
It is not themselves they behold—
But Your face
Shining through the stillness.

My heart too is such a lake;
When I lean into its depths,
No shadow of my own appears—
Only the glimmer of You.
And I know:
I am Your breath upon the mirror,
Your whisper in the wind,
Your love made visible,
Your name clothed in flesh.

No falsehood can descend
Into these waters;
No voice may linger—
Save the song that is Yours alone.
It rises with the wings of birds,
It drifts on the tongue of the breeze,
Everywhere,
It sings You.

O Lord of my soul!
I am human—Zillullah—
The lamp lit by Your flame.
When I move,
It is You who journey in me;
Every road, every turning,
Returns to Your embrace.

I am no longer
The one who cowered in the night,
No weight of doubt can break me,
No smoke of illusion can blind me.

For now I have seen:
My voice is Your hymn,
My breath, Your wind,
My spirit, Your radiance.
And my essence—
My very self—
At last has recognized You.

—September 3,2025.