A Divine Breath (Inward Hues) Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Upon the ocean of existence,
beneath the waves of clamor and noise,
rests an eternal stillness—
as if the call of "Be! "
still resounds within
the heartbeat of every soul.

With open palms,
we bare the secrets of the heart:
shards of broken dreams,
shimmering like mirrors—
wounded together,
yet naked and true.

When touched by a human hand,
the river of faith begins to flow;
and unseen signs arise
from the unread books of the heart—
like incense once extinguished,
whose first fragrance
lingers in the memory of the soul.

But when true sunlight falls upon the heart,
the veils begin to lift on their own,
and we bear witness
to that Divine Breath,
the dawn of eternity,
and its final dusk.

We bear witness
to the rain of white light,
that makes the desert heart flourish,
that echoes endlessly,
an infinite melody
within the chest.

And in the layers of our inner being,
we bury the shadows and deceits—
those that clothe themselves in truth—
so only Reality remains,
and the hymn of the Divine Breath
forever resounds.