In The Mist Of Silence Poem by Mystic Qalandar

In the mist of silence,
have you heard—
that breath
listening to its own being?
It whispers:
I am the witness,
I am the witnessed.

Every quest
is but a shadow of memory,
a circle returning
to the cradle of beginnings—
all things return to their source.

The world flickers
within its own light,
forgetting itself;
and every desire
is but a reflection of that flame
which never fades—
only hidden in the waves.

Behind the blossoms,
the slumbering bees
murmur softly,
like souls touching their origin—
awakened,
finding their true home.

The wind moves
through paths unknown,
yet unseen wisdom
etches trails upon the heart;
this understanding
is the silent pulse
that guides the journey of thought.

This silence—
not mere quiet,
but the inner heartbeat of light,
striving to free itself
from the chains of names.

And I—
I too
follow that fragrance
breathing within me,
now hidden, now revealed.

This fog, this stillness,
this moment of awakening,
speaks gently:
"The failure to grasp realization—
is realization itself."

—October,25,2025