The Nectar Of Unity Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Though You—the Causeless—
breathed me into being,
I pray this self not vanish
into the fractured dream of duality.
Unity is the Absolute Truth—
a radiance veiled by the fog of form.
Not One, but two, then three—
a carnival of masks we clutch,
blind behind jaundiced eyes.

And yet—
Your smile unfolds in petals,
blossoming through this garden of illusion.
And I become a wingèd thing—
a butterfly, a hummingbee—
drawn to the nectar of Your Unity,
hidden deep in every bloom.

For I have seen—
bitter or sweet,
all dissolves into Wholeness.
You alone are Real.
Why then should I kneel
before the idols of multiplicity?
My thirst for separation fades,
drowned in the tide of Truth.

Thanks—
endless thanks!
Your promised Paradise unfolds;
Your gaze gleams through every atom.

Still, I wonder:
Why do so many see illusion?
The tangled tongues of doubt
weave veils across the One,
ensnaring minds in shallow visions,
mere echoes of Your reflection.

Still—I cling to You,
with a hope beyond all reason:
that You will turn,
and draw me home—
pulling the golden rope of Unity.