O Great Crystal Chorus Poem by Mystic Qalandar

O Great Crystal Chorus,
take my mind, take my voice—
lift me from this fragile frame;
let me slip beyond illusion's skin
and wake as pure, essential light,
held within the Infinite's breath.

I am filled—overflowing
with ever-turning awakenings,
spiraling endlessly
toward the source
that never began.

The quartz speaks not—
it answers in resonance:
a hum that sinks into bone,
a stillness older than motion,
from which all motion flows.

In their radiant silence,
worlds unfold as slow hymns.
Galaxies turn as prayer wheels,
suns breathe songs of origin,
and every atom trembles
with the echo of the First Word.

I stand unveiled before the cosmic heart—
no longer the singer nor the song,
but the sound itself:
a single tone within the infinite harmony
of the One who forever sings
through crystal, through light, through soul.

In silence, I become
the sound of all creation—
one crystal note
in the Eternal's unending song.

—November,4,2025