What A Wondrous Journey! Poem by Mystic Qalandar

A journey without name,
without boundary or sign,
beyond the measure of time.

Each step awakens stillness;
the silent sand remembers its own trace.

Within—a veil of breath,
a trembling light beyond form.
When lifted, splendor pours forth,
and particles become mirrors.
Each moment reflects eternity's voice,
a quiet return to what is.

What certainty dissolves into doubt?
Or is doubt the hidden other face—
a mirror recognizing its own reflection?

The destination vanishes;
the path unfolds as journey itself—
a new sky in every movement,
a hidden world in each pause.

When the question knows itself,
the answer becomes silence,
and silence speaks presence alone.

When essence unveils its core,
all vision turns inward:
each form a rhythm of unity,
each breath an echo of being.

At dissolution's edge,
a flicker of birth appears.
What was scattered gathers;
what was lost becomes witness.

Death itself—
a threshold opening
into life's embrace.

This wondrous journey—
without return, without end—
where end and beginning walk as one,
and the traveler
is no longer separate,
but the journey itself.

— November,3,2025