We Are Not Two Flames Poem by Mystic Qalandar

We are not twin flames,
but a single fire—
an undying ember
suspended in the deep,
breathing warmth through stone and star,
whispering itself
into infinite forms.

A bow of light arcs wide,
a breath eternal moves unseen,
veins of radiance
threaded through the fabric of being.
This current does not divide—
it pours,
it circles,
it carries both wings within one flight.

Not man, not woman apart—
for both were whole
within the first arising,
faces folded inward
in the vast beginning.
They were not "two"
until vision faltered
and mirrors cracked.

Only the diplopic-eyed
see the fracture—
the prism and its shards,
two bodies wandering
in longing for reunion.
They chase the echo of halves,
believing union lies ahead,
yet circle forever around illusion.

The abiding truth speaks softly:
there is no division.
No lesser, no greater,
no origin, no derivative—
a symmetry so complete
it escapes all telling.

From the first spark,
creation blossomed whole:
male and female
flaring like twin flames
kindled in a single breath—
neither carved from, nor cast behind,
but equal currents,
two reflections of one source.

Before time had names,
they were harmony in motion—
a balance without seam,
an essence without fracture.
In silence they danced,
not as opposites,
but as one rhythm folded in itself:
the circle before the circle,
the chord before any string.

And those with doubled sight—
blurred by longing,
enchanted by myths of halves—
speak of separation.
They tell of reunion to come,
unable to grasp
the eternal togetherness
that was never undone.

To see clearly
is to watch distinctions dissolve:
male and female, shadow and flame,
threads unwound back
into a single weave.
There is no other,
only a mirror gazing at its own depth,
only water flowing back to water.

And so the breath returns to silence,
the flame folds into spark,
the spark into stillness.
Yet stillness gives rise to breath,
and breath to flame again.
The circle widens, then gathers—
wave folding into wave,
light returning through its own radiance,
wholeness flowing endlessly
back into wholeness.

—September 12,2025