Breath Of Eternity Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I dissolve
in a boundless sea of gratitude—
each breath an unwritten word,
each heartbeat
a faint echo of creation's song.

I am an unfinished reflection,
made whole
only by the touch of True light.

My essence is the shepherd's breath,
everlasting,
the path a hidden slope,
the silence an ancient stone,
the purity a forgotten snow.
Beneath it all,
an eternal voice flows,
marking its presence
in every particle.

The bark of withered trees
holds a silent scripture.
Rivers pour their milky waters
into the soul's timeless stream,
where galaxies drift
upon the waves.

The sky—
a burning veil.
Beyond it, stillness,
the heart remembering its root,
the slow turning of stars
lifting the soul
into their orbit.

From the softness of a flute
rises the whisper of eternity.
It calls along a thread of light,
where time's chain breaks,
where heaven's hidden gate
opens wide.

I do not climb the mountain.
I descend
into the cave within,
into the chamber of forever,
brimming with secrets.

There, the shepherd—
my truest self—
with his breath of eternity
writes within me
the scattering of stars,
the destinies of galaxies.

Now the veils are lifted.
The sign revealed:
To live is this—
to hold the soul
at the edge of wonder,
to breathe the beauty
of untamed silence,
to let each breath
give birth to a new heaven.

And at last,
to know:

I am that breath—
moving through trees and rivers,
mountains and skies,
through stars and nebulae.

All visions are echoes
of this timeless breath—
the same shepherd,
the same song,
the same,
endless me.

—September 13,2025