The Unseen Within The Seen Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I behold the Unseen
woven through the Seen—
rays of infinity
streaming through golden veils.

Their glances,
like wandering comets,
trace soft orbits
around the unmoved silence
I have become.

They glimmer—
each shimmer a self-born rite
seeking a beholder.
Yet I drift elsewhere,
where thoughts dissolve
before they are named.

Strange—how their beauty burns
with such a pure flame,
while my heart inclines
to subtler fires.

They reach toward my quiet,
mistaking it for a mirror,
unaware how hollow reflections
appear to one
fallen beyond all faces.

Fragrance sighs through the air;
speech turns crystalline—
yet both pass through me
as light through vacant water.

My spirit walks before them,
tracing unseen geometries
where longing cannot tread.

They seek a gate
that was never placed—
while secretly I ache
for what no hand may touch,
where eyes forget their hunger
and vision bows away.

Their radiance is real—
yet distance is its soul.
They would ignite
the stillness I keep sacred;
I only wish to show
I am already whole.

So I smile—softly—
not from absence,
but from knowing:
the stars may chase the night,
yet none shall taste its peace
until they fall
into the dawn.

And when they do—
perhaps I will meet them
not as a silence apart,
but as a heart still beating,
holding space for their journey,
cradling their longing
as tenderly as my own.

— November,18,2025