What Will I Reveal? Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Did I come only to see you?
And you—are you apart from me,
or watching through my eyes?
What truths lie hidden,
what waits to be shown—
you, me, or unity?

Mirror, mirror,
declares me whole, complete,
yet to a troubled mind
falsehood gleams as truth,
illusion wears the crown.

Then the sky swells with storm,
and I breathe again.
What I called beginning
was only endless breath.

They say I misread myself,
that I mistake my own essence.
If I cannot hear your whisper,
how will I touch the secret of unity?

Is it your voice I hear,
or an echo you cradle?
How shall my heart
make peace with the cold?

I dance with illusions,
yet still I wait for awakening.
Some reconciliation hides
in sunrise's flame—
the sun of my true self.

Then the world appears:
unveiling dawn,
a gentle breeze.
I set aside my longing
to go beyond
the contours of sky and earth.

Here, in the hush before dawn,
flares a hidden light—
a breath that bridges
mind and heart.

The mirror clears at last.
I did not come to be known.
I came to be revealed.
And now I see:
what I reveal is You—
the truth that lives in me.

—September 11,2025