We Are More Than What We Think Poem by Mystic Qalandar

We are vaster than the bounds
of our own imagining.
Yet we fold our infinite scope
into the narrow frame of doubt.

What a curious paradox—
the soul, an immeasurable expanse,
while we remain strangers
to the very powers we house.

A quiet spark lies dormant,
hesitant to rise,
held by subtle chains of fear.

We are beings of depth and resilience,
yet we choose the weight
of an old, familiar story—
the illusion of separation,
a tale we whisper to ourselves
to feel small, and safe.

But now it is time
to set that story down,
to release the faded script
written in forgetfulness,

and open the primal record—
the text inscribed by the Hand
beyond all time and memory.

There, the first question waits—
the Word breathed before creation:
"Am I not your Lord? "

And in that sacred stillness,
our souls replied as one:
Balā.
Yes.

Before speech, before thought,
we were already present,
already belonging.

So move forward with care—
not in leaps or bounds,
but in measured, mindful moments.

Let each minute, each hour,
be a quiet remembrance
of that timeless covenant.

If you listen long enough,
you will find the silent space
where question and answer merge—
where every duality dissolves
into the oneness of Being.

It asks only a trace of faith,
a practiced stillness,
to finally see:

The One who asked
was always the One answering,
within Himself.

—November,17,2025