A Voice From Eternity I Hear Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The dawn of the primal word—
speech flowing from eternity's lips.
Souls answer in chorus,
inscribed like lines upon an ancient tablet:
time has unlatched a new door.

This is the Day of Alast,
the first address of the Lord,
the unveiling of the secret
between Master and servant—
"Am I not your Lord? "
"Yes—I behold, I affirm."

Then I became a bird of love.
I am the pilgrim-bird of love,
my wings bearing Eternity's splendour,
my flight carrying the hidden voice of the Lord.
In the vast quiet of timeless skies,
I lose myself in ascent.

With wings of silence, I rise
from the margins of time,
leaving behind the illusions of the cosmos,
laying down the beauty of clay,
shaping thought into a hymn
of sacred unity.

As though the throne of grandeur
dissolves into pure truth;
as though from the heart's concealed wells
a solace arises,
burning in eternal light.

I rise—
from the silent frontier of zero
toward the orbits of unseen destinies.
Not to be a hero—no,
only to slip free
from clay's confinement,
to vanish into the boundless expanse.

And there—
a whisper comes,
a voice from eternity,
meant only for me:
"You are on earth present…
as well in the heights of the divine."

—September 15,2025