Celebrate The Soul's Awakening Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I awaken —
I am the hush between countless wings,
a whisper caught in the breath of dawn.

Gravitas no longer given —
it ripens from the seed of becoming.

I am the mirror of still waters,
where the dance of within and without
floods into one reflection.

These hands, once trembling,
now cradle the unbroken thread —
the pulse that binds all birth and song.

The world inclines in quiet knowing.
Eyes that see, dream;
hearts unfurl veiled tapestries,
weaving travelers into the union unseen.

I offer myself as a chalice,
overflowing with hidden starlight —
a current of the infinite hymn
flowing through creation's silent arteries.

This unseen path is inscribed upon the soul.
Each step, a folding of time's petals —
its fragrance tending the bloom of now.

A tranquil radiance rises, found dwelling
in the heart's secret chamber.
It gives without end —
the fountain of the Beloved never runs dry.

Unheard notes spin their golden thread,
drawing me inward to the silent center,
where time dissolves to light,
and being crowns the circle —
where all voyages begin, meet, and return.

Here, I stand —
gathered, blossoming, awake.
No chain to the past —
but a prayer made of fire,
a spark through which I speak.

Fear scatters like mist in radiance,
witnessing each reason for stillness,
each breath unveiled as infinite.

Behind me — light unbroken.
Before me — light unfolding.
Within me — light reborn.

I dwell within
the blossoming village of the Beloved,
a dawn risen from the depths of the heart.
This song is not mine alone —
it blooms eternal from the breath of Being.

Celebrate the soul's awakening.
Each moment — a sacred invitation:
to awaken,
to remember,
to discover and remain,
to love beyond knowing,
to realise — always —
the One who is all.

—October,25,2025