Echoes Of Return Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Beneath the boundless, starlit deep,
where sacred silences softly sleep,
the whispers of the Hidden One
beckon with songs of rising sun.

And twilight's hymn, on wings that glide,
draws spirits home where dreams reside.
O soul of mine, return again,
to where all truth and light remain.

A canvas painted gold and flame,
where wind and wonder call my name—
they lead me down forgotten roads,
to where my silent root still grows—

before the mountains crowned the land,
before the river touched the sand.
O soul of mine, return again,
to where all truth and light remain.

In time's first breath, my seed was cast,
beyond the veil, before the past.
Through fleeting days beneath the sun,
my journey in this dust begun.

I came to dwell in fire and clay,
to seek the stars and light the way.
O soul of mine, return again,
to where all truth and light remain.

Their song I heard in hush of night,
in noon's bright blaze, in sorrow's bite—
a rhythm woven through the rain,
through joy, through birth, through loss and pain.

O soul of mine, return again,
to where all truth and light remain.

Yet hearts still bloom, and spirits rise,
like springtime dawn in newborn skies.
In quiet hours, the soul takes flight,
to pierce the dark, to drink the Light.

O soul of mine, return again,
to where all truth and light remain.

The shadows stretch, then fall away—
for Light will carve its hidden way,
through veils that night in silence drew,
to show the heart what once it knew—

the tale of dust, the breath divine,
the secret etched in every line.
O soul of mine, return again,
to where all truth and light remain.

And hope returns on vine and breeze,
through winter's hush, through summer's ease.
A soul still seeks the morning flame,
through turning time, through shifting name—

and love remains, both guide and gate,
the song that draws us back to Fate.
O soul of mine, return again,
to where all truth and light remain.