Reality Poem by Mystic Qalandar

How wondrous—
that zeros trailing the One
unfold infinity,
without end.

Each breath of Being
lays down another zero
beside the One,
lengthening its light
beyond all measure.

So flows Reality—
unfolding gently,
ad infinitum.

But is there only one Reality,
or countless echoes
in parallel realms of grace?

Count the zeros
within the visible universe—
each a softened shadow
of the One's own radiance,
each a quiet whisper
of an abiding truth.

"Every day He is
bringing about an affair."

A zero is mere nothing
until it bows
beside the One.

The One—
timeless, infinite—
cannot reveal
its endless worth
without adorning itself
with the zeros
of manifestation.

An unobtrusive procession of worlds,
each murmuring:
there is no value,
no light,
except through the One.

And in the boundless ocean of Being,
this unveiling
is inevitable.

—November,13,2025