Light And Melody Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Light And Melody

When the sun saw me
in early morning darkness—
eyes closed—
it breathed a soft, silvery breath
to wake me.

The mountain of being
gathered that breath.
The sun's gleam
rained down like golden needles,
stitching pearl-like diamonds
onto the heart—
pouring divine light
onto the face of existence.

My heart's eye opened,
and I saw:
from the mountain's side,
a river flowing, singing.

That river—
joyful, liquid, alive—
a laughing musician
humming, running—
was a gift
the sun had freed from stone.

This scene—
the moving word of God,
a melody unbound,
rising
from the rocks of being.

I felt
rivers of life
streaming through me,
and I gave thanks
for the rain—
a shower of light and song,
a divine gift
to the barren land within.

And when I heard
my own breath
echo in the river's flow,
I knew:
the river has always been
the ocean's voice—
never separate,
only returning.