The Seed Of Hidden Light Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Deep in the One, the many lie concealed,
A secret held, in form and thought revealed.
Within the drop, the ocean's truth resides,
And in the ocean, the single drop abides.

The root reaches deep where Being takes its form,
Drinking from the Source, both calm and storm.
Anchored in silence, yet yearning to express,
It gathers strength in timeless nothingness.

The trunk stands firm, a pillar of the I,
Bearing every name beneath the sky.
A steady guide for forms that wander lost,
A bridge through Oneness, no matter the cost.

Branches stretch wide, exploring empty space,
A quiet dance of Being's gentle grace.
They cradle stars, they bend with every breeze,
Extending One in ever-branching seas.

Leaves whisper songs of self in gentle light,
Turning toward the day, reflecting night.
They capture sun, they sigh with falling rain,
A thought of heaven in a mind's domain.

Flowers bloom, unveiling beauty in their prime,
A fleeting glimpse of One beyond all time.
Fragrance rising, calling every soul,
A gentle echo of the universe made whole.

Fruits emerge, the golden gift bestowed,
The essence of the One within their load.
Ground to dust, or sipped as sacred juice,
Each taste a prayer, each sip a soul's truce.

And in the fruit, the circle finds its end,
Returning to the One, where all begins again.
O drop of light, within your tiny space,
We glimpse the boundless magnitude of Grace.

Though worlds may fade, and names may fall away,
The One-as-all-is-One will always stay.

— September 6,2025