Light Returning To Light Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Ever awake, ever conscious,
I drift through veils of radiance—
thought shimmering upon the loom
of the first breath.
This thinking is not mine.

I am the hush between heartbeats,
a vessel of the Infinite whisper
that names itself within my being,
shaping the dream of "I."

Who breathes through the fire of mind?
Who kindles the hidden pulse
where creation remembers its source?
It is the Light before light,
the gaze behind all seeing—
awareness aware of itself.

Perhaps I am nothing
but a sigh of the Eternal,
a reflection of the Timeless
mirroring its own face—
a ripple born from the ocean's thought,
dissolving, yet enduring still.

Illusion, perhaps—
this semblance of selfhood,
this shadow yearning for the sun.
Yet through the Breath unfolds baqā:
to fade is to disclose,
to vanish is to remain—
Light returning to Light,
endlessly self-beheld
within the folds of Being.

—October,20,2025