The Spider's Thread Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The spider's thread
hides within every trial—
not punishment,
but a whisper of eternity.

Each wound of pain
etched upon the heart
reveals the soul's secret depth,
tempered in sacred fire,
igniting the inward flame.

I sought support—
names of secrets traced
upon drifting sand.
Dream-palaces,
fortresses of illusion—
woven like constellations,
mirages dissolving
under the desert wind.

They scatter with a gentler breath:
relationships spun
upon a spider's thread,
a fragile web of tender strands,
light as the instant
before annihilation.

I wept before the prison
raised by my own trembling hands.
Now, with the dagger of remembrance,
I sever each cage I forged.

From this unmaking
emerges empty space—
that radiant void
where eternity's light abides.

In the ocean of night,
the vessel of existence—
a silent traveler
circling the whirlpool—
learns the sacred art
of moving through every wave.

The wisdom of flight
lies hidden within the act of drowning;
to yield to the ocean's vast embrace
is the heart of the path—
the secret of all secrets.

Now the silence of the secret
settles within my chest,
and the light of night
abides behind my eyes.

Surrounded by mirrors of beauty—
the unveiled unity of being—
I tread the path of mystery,
become a veil, a still shadow,
dissolving into the One.

The slender thread of the spider—
its crossing unveils
what language cannot touch.

How shall those who dwell
within the houses of words
know the madness of emptying?

Perhaps this space itself—
the hollow that remains—
is the very face of Reality,
and it is all there is.

—November,14,2025