The Secret Of Silent Nearness Poem by Mystic Qalandar

You are not the seen,
nor the hidden.
You are the breath beneath all veils,
the light within shadowed hearts.

I sought You in dust and dawn,
in rivers of light, in temples of flame,
between echo and silence—
yet You were never absent;
it was I who drifted through my own mirage.

Then, Love unraveled the weave of my being.
I do not say "You" anymore—
only, "I am You."

This is the secret of Union:
the seer,
the seen,
and the sight itself—
not three,
but one wave, endlessly unfolding.

When my heart beheld Your face,
it melted into a single glow.
Annihilation is not an end—
it is the door to a life without limit,
where no "I" remains,
nor "You" as a thought,
only one breath
without beginning, without end.

And I knew—
Love is not Your reflection,
but Your own gaze,
marveling at itself in an eternal dawn.

The path of Oneness has no finish,
for the One who began the journey
is the meaning of the arrival.

Love is a river—
flowing, it finds the sea;
vanishing, it becomes
only Water.

You are the "I" within my I,
the Self,
known only through knowing You.

Now, no desire remains, no plea—
only a silent nearness, without name,
infinite,
where Being breathes a breathless breath.

—October,28,2025