Eternal Echo Of Hu Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Night murmurs Your Name—
I place my hands beneath my ears,
to devotedly hear the enduring Hu—
the unstruck pulse of rūh.

Dawn rends the veil;
the whisper does not fade,
humming at the cosmos' rim
in pranic hush.

Edges dissolve.
All borders thin.
The self unmoors—
fana unfurls—
I am threaded into Whisper.

No silence swallows this:
moonlight chants Hu,
every breath a revelation,
inhaling worlds.

The tablet of Alast glimmers—
Am I not your Lord?
Yes. You are.

Within, without—
the Whisperer is One,
Hu answering Hu
in the chamber of annihilation.

Effaced:
no measure, no voice, no "I"—
only Hu,
uttering the Nameless.

From fana's void,
baqa softly blooms.
Breath rekindles;
names re-form
as passing shapes.

Now, You hear through my ear,
see through my sight,
love through this vessel—
loaned for Your play.

Between shadow
and radiance,
footsteps echo Hu.
Not I, but You remain—
the Sole Abider.

By grace, I am—
a tint of Your hue,
whispered into being,
eternally answered.

—December,18,2025