A Story Begins Poem by Mystic Qalandar

A story unfolds—
Silent, yet alive.
Within the deep strata of my being,
That which once lay hidden
Now rises to the edge of light.

The yellow sun, descending,
Becomes a tender flame—
Not for the wounds of flesh,
But to soothe the secret layers of the soul.
Every ember, every sigh of smoke,
Carries the mystery of radiance
Into the hollows of my depth.

What is—simply is.
No more veils of pretence.
From this quiet exhaustion,
I turn once more
Toward the breaths
That pulse with the rhythm of the cosmos.

My hold returns;
Behind a torn flag,
The spirit unfurls a banner of gentleness—
Which, in a passing wind,
Becomes the fragrance of universal peace.

The well is brimming,
The flame endures.
Though weary, I remain unbroken.
Beyond the skin of being,
I hear the eternal call—
The search that echoed
Across the lines of time before me.

Each breath is triumph,
Each thought, tenderness.
Pain dissolves softly;
Light seeps through my fibers—
As the smallest stories of my being
Merge with the ocean of creation.

The ache once hidden in silence
Has turned to melody.
The world beholds
A steady ascent,
And I, beneath a quiet smile,
Watch my madness turn to peace—
For in the core of that madness,
The universe whispers its truth.

This silent veil
Is no more fear—it is repose.
I pause. I rest.
Unburdened by the weight of being—
Tenderly,
As each moment allows
My wave of existence
To flow within the river of the cosmos.

Hold me here—
I am at peace.
Beyond the boundless ache,
I have found the sweetness of life.
Each breath, each heartbeat,
Now dances with the universe,
And I, within that dance,
Am gathered into the arms of light
I am now light, light upon light.

—October, c25,2025