Read, In His Name Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Read—
in the Name of the One,
the first pulse of all beginnings,
the last breath of every ending.
He who hid the secret of light within a grain of dust,
and breathed the scent of love
into a handful of clay.

Read!
For He is the Lord of Mercy—
who gave light to the Pen,
and life to the Word,
so that even silence might speak.

He awakened in man
that ancient remembrance,
the light long asleep
within the chambers of his heart.

And now,
the Pen moves again through dawnlight,
a whisper of the Eternal Word
stirring the quiet air.

The still waters within me
begin to chant in the language of waves.
The cricket's song becomes
a voiceless call to prayer;
the hum of bees turns
to a hidden hymn of praise.

And I—
still within the secret of my Hu,
the chains of breath dissolved.
Now the void inhales through me,
and I am lost in His stillness.

Each moment, each breath,
is a whole prayer.
My truth unveils itself—
and though meaning yet lies veiled,
I know: in this quiet concealment
dwells His Presence.

—October,27,2025