The Task Remains The Same Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Whether in this life,
or the life that blooms
just beyond closed eyes,
after breath has passed
into deepest silence—
the work remains.

To see each soul
not as a thread,
but a single flame
where all light converges.

To feel each heart
not as a beat,
but an open gate
through which Presence pours.

This is the love
that claims no border,
a river clear,
a tide unbroken
through self, through other.

It touches but holds not,
grasps not, binds not—
as the sky cradles a star
in infinite weightless honor.

We are not limbs,
but breath and thought,
cells of the Dreamer
who forms this world—
a sacred Being
dreaming itself.

There is no path
but awakening.
No road remains
but returning.

In such remembrance
the seeker dissolves,
the sought appears,
the lover and the Beloved—
one breath.

The task is not striving,
but opening wide.
Not seeking for light,
but becoming its vessel.

Let it shine unhindered
through fracture and grace,
through sorrow and joy,
through all that sculpts
this fragile shell.

At last, only this—
the eternal light
singing through atoms,
dancing in breath,
loving itself
in each fleeting moment
we call our own.

—September 27,2025