The Wheel Of Becoming Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Again and again, the wheel turns,
unceasing circles in their dance.
Each orbit dissolves a Name,
yet the soul still hungers
for the One behind the veil,
for the silence beyond sound.

Old paths vanish, mirages scatter,
echoes crumble into dust.
No light endures in shadows,
yet still you return to the threshold,
moving with night's dark mantle,
your longing the only compass.

A whisper rises, soft and clear—
not from distance, but within.
The Spirit speaks: I flow through all,
as warmth through scattered dust,
as breath within the rose,
as pulse in hidden roots.

The mind sways, a restless sea;
the heart—Ka‘ba ablaze—
ignites in remembrance,
becoming a house of mirrors
where the Real revolves
in endless reflection.

This day is not yesterday.
Shadows lean toward dawn.
No chain can bind your secret;
no burden endures when
Presence unveils itself,
and silence overflows.

A dawn without beginning spreads—
heart, seed, and sun as one.
Step forth; the Path unfolds
with each breath, each step,
for the journey is only You:
discoverer and discovered as one.

Where dust meets fire, you rise,
where hidden seeds awaken, you flower.
The Meeting is here—now,
where time melts into silence,
where horizons dissolve,
and all roads vanish into the Infinite.

—October 3,2025