The True Seeing Poem by Mystic Qalandar

One who truly sees finds You, even through the fog;
The sightless, even face to face, remain deprived.
This fog dwells not without, but in the gaze itself—
Where habit hardens into certainty,
And light is lost in dust.

You are present everywhere:
In the wave of breath, the whisper of the heart.
Yet in our own clamor, we forget the silence.

The eye demanded: Show me.
The heart instructed: Bow.
Where the walls of question fell, a knowing opened.

I sought You in the hem of the sky, the book of stars—
Until a moment came when the path moved aside from myself.
Then it was revealed: the veil was not of fog or distance—
The veil was the self.

Now, whomever I look upon does not linger in my sight—
Only You remain.
And this very seeing has become true vision.

—February, 4,2026