In Silent Supplication Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I stand before You;
a hidden music swells
beneath the heart —
the hush before
the first dawn of creation,
the pause before
Being unveils its face.
Unseen, unshaped,
You abide beyond imagining.
No likeness dares my thought,
yet nearness circles me
like breath within breath.

In devotion's hush
I touch the silence —
that boundless stillness
before time was born.
Before the world I bore no name;
out of sheer no-thing
You summoned me,
arrayed me in hearing and sight —
a witness to Your decree,
to behold the majesty
scattered in creation's signs,
to hear within the echo of "Be"
the secret murmur of eternity.

The tale of existence
resounds within —
formless, voiceless:
the memory of Alast
etched deeper than blood.
The covenant bent my essence low;
Your love dissolved each desire.
Before You, prostrate and still,
my heart testifies;
I sought nothing —
save to vanish in Your will.

This scattering is not exile
but radiant bewilderment:
to ebb into Your ocean of nearness,
to disappear in unshadowed love —
what loss is this?
what greater honor?
Cast from Paradise, awaiting return,
yet summoned already by Your question:
"Am I not your Lord? "

Silent supplication —
I am but the song
that endlessly circles:
the stillness before creation,
the secret seal of remembrance,
the ripening of surrender.
No gaze can hold Your image,
yet faith proclaims unceasing —
this prostration before You
is my only rest.

—September 16,2025