Hu: The One Existence Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I breathe out — Hu.
I breathe in — Hu.
Not my breath, but His —
a borrowed tide between the stars,
a ripple in the silence of His time.
It is Hu who breathes the cosmos into name.

There is no wonder,
no question of His fading;
for Hu to fade would be
a world without a world,
a silence
before silence was conceived —
impossible.

My heart, my soul, this fragile mind,
are parchments
where an ancient story is signed:
tales of a moment when Hu Himself
dwelt, unveiled, within this temporary frame,
and this very breath — beating with His pulse —
became a humble proof of His concealed name.

Hu scripts the galaxies in light,
Hu carves the river's downward flight,
Hu is the syllable the wind repeats,
Hu hums the sap beneath the leaves.
I am not a self, but a line He writes —
a line that speaks of its Author's grace —
pressed close against the edge of all creation,
tracing the story of His single Face.

Hu — only Hu —
in every atom, every breath, every space.
Hu is the Pulse,
Hu is the Source,
Hu is the All —
the Beginning, the Return, the Endless End,
the Manifest Truth, the Hidden Friend.
La ilaha illa Hu.
There is no reality but He.

— October,23,2025