The Servant Is Of Me, And I Am With The Servant Poem by Mystic Qalandar

A whisper rises with every breath—
"The servant is of Me,
and I am with the servant."
He is a spark of My divine light,
A radiance born from the eternal flame.

When he sighs in longing,
And calls upon Me with hope—
I hear his every plea,
For I am nearer to him than the vein of life.

When he draws the breath of life,
It is I who breathe within him—
For on the Day of Primordial Covenant,
I blew My spirit into his form,
And that breath still sings My name.

When he beholds My beauty
In the blooming colors of creation—
It is I who am the garden,
Draped in the robes of My own majesty.

I am his thought—
And even the eye that peers through
the veil of thought is Me.

Each invocation is a bridge
Between clay and light—
And every cry finds its answer in Me.

You search for Me in rainbows,
But I am hidden in the beat of your heart—
A call that echoes in the depth of silence.

You bow before stones, stars,
And temples of light—
But I dwell where silence turns into yearning.

Just call upon Me once—
And I shall come ten steps closer.
Even if you turn away,
I remain the path that always—
leads you back to Me.

For the servant is nothing but a mirror
In which My face is reflected—
The breath within you is none but Myself.

So then, sigh once—
And let this whisper descend into your soul:
"The servant is of Me..." (You are from Me)
"...and I am with the servant."

Every atom chants this eternal truth,
You only need the ears of the heart to hear.

— MyKoul