Forever Whole, Forever Flowing Poem by Mystic Qalandar

From the hush of eternity's heart,
I was uttered—a Word, whole,
Not a fragment, not a drop,
But a sacred and timeless sound
From the deep, hidden springs.

With each breath, a flame awakens;
In the heart's glass, light stirs.
This is no command, but remembrance—
An ancient call from the dawn before dawn.

I arrived in wholeness,
An echo of a prayer, long whispered,
Heard beyond the veils of time,
Received and woven into light.

My guide is no stranger's voice,
But the wave of Presence itself,
Descending where thought dissolves
And the soul speaks its Name—
Resounding through the chambers.

I am written in the Book of Being,
A single verse in its prelude.
Nothing stands apart from this song;
Even my doubt belongs.

Peace is not a summit to be scaled,
But the shape of knowing—
That first, unending dawn
Scattered like dust among all things.

Faith is not a reaching hand,
But the heart come to rest:
As the river knows its current,
As the song knows its silence.

When the clamor of seeking stills,
A quiet radiance begins to glow.
I awaken, and I know:
To be is to be spoken;
To hear is to remember.

I am the prayer and the Amen,
The gaze and the mirror,
The story and the breath,
The song that dances through the soul—
Forever whole, forever flowing,
A current in the Eternal.
Forever spoken, forever new.

—November 1,2025