Each Breath That Graces The Heart Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Each breath that graces the heart
is a subtle pilgrimage—
a return of the soul to its source.

A silent thread binds the mortal
to the eternal, a bridge of stillness
stretched between our longing and our home.

Breathed with the name of the Beloved,
it becomes a living prayer,
a ripple through the river of creation,
a wind carrying love through corridors of stars,
whispering the sacred name to listening galaxies.

This love asks for no horizon,
no final destination, no unopened door.
It is the path—ever unfolding into light,
its stones polished by the feet of pilgrims
who faded into boundless silence.

For the walk is the essence of the search.
Here, patience becomes the heartbeat of time,
and surrender dissolves into the soul's one song.
The traveler learns: each step is both departure
and arrival; each sigh, a seed and its blossom.

And when the dust of self settles into peace,
the soul awakens to this simple truth—
it was never far away, but present all along,
in every breath, within every pulse.

—October 6,2025