The River's Voice Is The Ocean's Voice Poem by Mystic Qalandar

1
I drift upon the river's tide,
Each motion a prayer,
Each breath a yearning flame.
I long for a golden vision.
Though the journey weighs heavy,
And night folds its darkness around me,
My eyes grow weary.

2
On the path of love
My steps falter,
But the river speaks:
"Come, walk with me—resist no more.
Give yourself to my current,
Trust me,
I will carry you back
To that first place
Where you set out from eternity."

3
No dam can rise within me,
For to fight the flow
Is against my nature.
The source that birthed me
Is the home I return to.

4
Yet what delusion whispers
That I am cut adrift?
I am the source,
I am love,
Like the ocean itself—
The river belongs to the sea,
And the sea belongs to the river.

5
I shall not break,
Nor will I tire,
For there is nowhere else to go.
It is only illusion—
If the ocean is anywhere,
It is here, within me.
It is me, it is me—
Only me.

6
Now I move with ease, with grace.
No need to race,
No need to rival.
Life has always been mine.
It is not mine to conquer,
But to join in harmony.

7
So I drift with the river's song—
I am the source, I am the stream.
The music of the current
Is my own voice.
This is the voice of the source,
This is the river's voice—
The truth MyKoul's heart knows.

—September 2,2025.