From Whisper To Thunder Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I am restless to drink the light of your face
so that that radiance flows into my seeing, my knowing,
like dawn unlocking the hidden rivers of creation
and racing through my veins.
Those hands—
both sculptors and secrets—
beautiful, infinite, unending.

Let me hum like bees in honey,
flutter upon the wings of hidden birds,
tremble within that secret music
that rises from your pulse
and echoes at the center of my heart—
a silent resonance of eternity,
a whisper
that bends the twists and turns of the cosmos.

And then—
shatter me.
Tear through the veils of silence.
Upend the horizon from its anchor.
Rend the sky with your voice
as if it were the first morning of time itself,
as if thunder were ringing
inside my soul,
asking,
'Am I not your Lord? '

And I—
burning, breathless, bare before the Infinite—
will scream, Yes!
Yes!
Not softly, not gently,
but with the fury of blazing stars,
the collision of galaxies,
the ecstasy of the soul dissolving into the Beloved,
the awe-struck rapture of realization
that in every moment, every heartbeat,
I am always, forever, entirely yours.

—Septeber 3,2025.